I want to write pages after pages about you. Your eyes, your smile. Or your fluffy hair that always seems to seperate perfectly, even tho you just woke up. You make me feel calm and safe in a way no one else can. And for all that you gave me, ...

He would never admit that he needs her. Because that would be admitting he has a weakness

Roser er røde, fioler er blå. Du lot dem visne, sammen med kjærligheten vår.