“I promise to make your heart beat faster and to fill your stomach with butterflies even after thirty years of being together. I promise to clean up all the scars and cuts that other women have put on it. I will bandage up the memories from broken promises and wasted tears. I won’t let the broken pas…”— Lauren Jarvis-Gibson, thoughtcatalog.com
“I want you to know that my heart is yours to take if yours can’t work as hard anymore. And I want you to know, that I will do everything in my power to hold your heart in the light when you can’t find your flashlight in the dark. And I will kiss your heart over and over so you can feel my love being…”— Lauren Jarvis-Gibson, thoughtcatalog.com
“I want to be in love. I want to feel my heart beat rising as you step in and hold me close. I want to sit and stare into your eyes, your eyes telling me everything I need to know. I want to watch the stars while you hold my hand, making up stupid stories about the stars and constellations. I want to…”— Alexis Agape, thoughtcatalog.com
“I want to fall head over heels, fall so passionately and deeply in love that I don’t know what’s happening. I want to be smitten in love, to feel that a train hit me, and for better or worse, I am in for the ride. The exhilaration of the ride, the excitement, the passion. I want all of that, but not…”— Alexis Agape, thoughtcatalog.com
“I believe what so many of us call compromise is more like consented confinement — a shared, illogical fear that if we don’t enforce a strict set of restrictions on each other we will inevitably lose one another to something more thrilling. That is not what I want for us. I will never ask you to sacr…”— Beau Taplin, thoughtcatalog.com
“This is my promise to you, so long as you’re with me, your life will remain yours and yours alone.”— Beau Taplin, thoughtcatalog.com
“I promise I’ll show you my past and my scars. I promise I’ll show you where I’m hurting and where I’ve healed. I promise I’ll tell you stories, tell you what I’m thinking, share the inner-workings of my mind, as we watch the sun dance across the sky. I promise that one day I won’t be guarded.”— Marisa Donnelly, thoughtcatalog.com
“I’m going to try not to make too many promises. But the one thing I can promise is that if you can be patient with me, you’ll never know a love like mine. I have so much to give to you.”— Aly Chaffee, thoughtcatalog.com
“I’ll owe you my heart, because you taught me how to fill it up again.”— Aly Chaffee, thoughtcatalog.com
“I hope that we can be each other’s teachers. I want to learn the caverns of your soul & the peaks of your life.”— Aly Chaffee, thoughtcatalog.com
“I hope that we can fill up the space in each other’s lives in a way we have never known before; that all the brokenness in me has just been waiting for you to fill me up. I would have never known it possible to feel that whole. And when my fingers fit snugly in yours, or my head rests perfectly on y…”— Aly Chaffee, thoughtcatalog.com
“You are right, in one sense, when you speak of honesty. An effort, anyway, with the usual human or feminine retractions. To retreat is not feminine, male, or trickery. It is a terror before utter destruction. What we analyze inexorably, will it die? Will June die? Will our love die, suddenly, instan…”— Anaïs Nin, amazon.ca