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.

Love is life on a higher plain of existence, working through man to unite the forces of nature into a perfect whole. It is the merging force binding every element in existence into a perfect whole.

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.

Love is a fleeting emotion, to reach true nirvana one must know themselves and forsake love, for it breeds contempt.

The course of true love never did run smooth.