You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end.

If it meant my love was really true, I'd gladly die and watch over you.

He's not perfect. You aren't, either, and the two of you will never be perfect. Buf if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

True love is born from understanding.

The course of true love never did run smooth.