Things get broken

Things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realise that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully.

Hanya Yanagihara: A Little Life 

How do I love you?

Let me count the ways. I love you to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. 

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out. 

You are something between a dream and a miracle.

You were made perfectly to be loved and surely I have loved you in the idea of you my whole life long. 

Who so loves believes the impossible

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning