Loved you yesterday, love you still, always have, always will.

Loving someone isn't when you picture yourself with them, it's realizing that you can't live without them.

Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice,
but falling in love with you was beyond my control.

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes...just be an illusion.

Loving you is like breathing. How can I stop?

Loving you is like breathing. How can I stop?

Loving you is like breathing. How can I stop?

Loving you is like breathing. How can I stop?

Loving you is like breathing. How can I stop?

Loving you is like breathing. How can I stop?