He stared at her, knowing with certainty that he was falling in love. He pulled her close and kissed her beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth he'd been lucky enough to find her.

Every couple has ups and downs, every couple argues, and that’s the thing—you’re a couple, and couples can’t function without trust.

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

Someday you'll find someone special again. People who've been in love once usually do. It's in their nature.

Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else.

In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I'll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.

I'd learned that some things are best kept secret.

Love, I've come to understand is more than three words mumbled before bedtime.

Spending time with you showed me what I’ve been missing in my life.

When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all.

Every couple needs to argue now and then. Just to prove that the relationship is strong enough to survive. Long-term relationships, the ones that matter, are all about weathering the peaks and the valleys.

You always have a choice. It's just that some people make the wrong one.

While I sleep, I dream of you, and when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...

You have to love something before you can hate it.

I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you’ll take me in your arms again.

I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.

Truth only means something when it's hard to admit.

If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

Without suffering, there'd be no compassion.

I don't know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.

It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming.

Every great love starts with a great story...