Last night I looked up at the stars. And matched each one with a reason why I love you. I was doing great until I ran out of stars to count.

You may be out of my sight, but not out of my heart.  You may be out of my reach, but not out of my mind. I may mean nothing to you, but you’ll always be special to me.

It is better to have loved and lost than never

 To have lost at all.

Samuel Butler

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is? Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, and it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when the entire pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

St. Augustine

Love is like a cloud, love is like a dream, love is 1 word and everything in between, and love is a fairytale come true, because I found love when I found you.