And in the end, we were all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.
That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too .