“In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.”

First love is like a beautiful flower that blooms in the garden of the heart.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

First love is a symphony of emotions, a melody that plays in the heart.

I think the perfect hugs are when someone hugs me without me asking.

Love is in your heart.. Peace is in you nerves.. Truth is in your mind.

Sometimes I push you away, because i need you to pull me closer.