Quote: "Love can be a devotion to an unknown person, without them caring about you in return. It can be desire for something you've never experienced, or just the sadness - knowing your life must go on with or without, at which point you consider ending it."
Definitely describing the wrong emotion there, buddy.
Quote: "Sometimes a girl that you like, may secretly love you, but won't display any way too obvious signs."
Very true.
Quote: "Love is when you dont quit your job just so you can be with your fellow empoloyees. Its when the sole reason you go to church is to be with other people. Love is when the only reason you look forward to chemistry class is because of who will be there. Love is when you sacrifice your time and sweat for someone who didnt ask for it, and you dont expect a thank you. True love will blind you into doing whatever it takes to be there when you need to be. Love allows you to over look the flaws in another person, or even love the flaws themselves. Love is when your in the same room as some one else, you feel good no matter what. Love is when you take nightly walks in the rain, just to see if she'll be wherever your going too. Its when you put yourself out there. Love is when she smiles, and you smile back."
That statement is very full of win.
Here are a few poems I wrote the first time me and my GF were away from each other for an extended period. It was sort of a game we played... I left out the more embarrassing ones.
Love Song
I’m sorry to say that I’ve never liked love songs,
And through many a lyric I’ve cringed.
I think if I listened to half of what’s sung,
My sanity would be at the fringe.
But it seems to me now that they sound a bit different,
When someone is there by your side.
The songs are the same and still just as lame,
And yet with you here I’ll abide.
Not Ordinary
“Extraordinary? Not I,” she said.
“I’m as plain as plain can be.”
Shaking my head, I calmly said
“If nothing else, you are to me.”
Equivalent Exchange
Yes, love is painful.
If only I were there,
I would have seen it
In her eyes.
For distance breeds pain, not love.
And yes, love is painful,
Yet the remedy is more.
But this addiction
Is more than pain.
It is the purest of happiness’s.
So yes, love is painful,
Though its glow is just as warm.
And without pain,
Love is nothing.