To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that’s everything.
I get butterflies just thinking about the next time I’ll see you
I’m in my bed. You’re in your bed. One of us is in the wrong place.
I miss you so much more than the miles between us
It’s true. We don’t have it as easy as ordinary couples. But this is no ordinary love
I’d rather see you one day a year than someone else seven days a week