To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that’s everything.

You think you’ve seen her naked
because she took her clothes off?
Tell me about her dreams. Tell me
what breaks her heart. What is she
passionate about, and what makes
her cry? Tell me about her childhood.
Better yet, tell me one story about
her that you’re not in.

You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve
touched her body.
But… you still know
as much about her as a book you
once found, but never got
around to opening.

Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love.