Love is a bird, let it fly.
First love is a journey of self-discovery, a path that leads to the depths of one's soul.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by.
“In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.”
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
The spaces between your fingers are meant to be filled with mine.
Love is a bird, let it fly.
First love is a journey of self-discovery, a path that leads to the depths of one's soul.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by.
“In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.”
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
The spaces between your fingers are meant to be filled with mine.