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"I Love You more than Yesterday, but not as much as Tomorrow" Saturday, January 16, 2010
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

To truly love something, you must first give it a chance to fail. If it survives, it is going to be stronger than ever. Distance is pure proof of this, and forever we will love if we survive.

Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will.


i want the type of love ..

The type where we could totally fuck around, scream, shout, push, shove and after about 5 minutes end up cuddling. The type where I could call you at 3 in the morning and you answer because you were debating to call me too. The type of love where you call me when I’m playing video games, or doing something, and I completely stop just to talk to you, and you do the same. The type of love where distance does not matter. The type where I can hold your hand and everytime I do, I get butterflies. The type of love where you kiss me on the cheek randomly. The type of love where we argue and hang up.. and call eachother back because we can’t stand being mad at eachother. The type of love where I can trust you kicking it with whoever and you trust me. The type of love where even our parents can’t wait till we get married.