“You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows.
This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.”
“Sad thing is, you can still love someone and be wrong for them.”
"Love was power and possession, love caused pain: you were never more exposed than when you were in love, never more wounded; possession was an enslavement, something stifling.
“You don’t love someone because they’re perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.”