fall head over heels in love

_“Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman,
but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man.”_

~Unknown

I am lucky to have him be my first….and I am his….i hope to be his last…..

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“We love because it is the only true adventure.”

~Nikki Giovanni

i luv this….had to repost

I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No… not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that… over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable – like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love – like there has never been in a play.

~Viola De Lesseps
Shakespeare in Love

Don’t find love, let love find you. That’s why it’s
called falling in love, because you don’t force
yourself to fall, you just fall.

~ Unknown

“I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.”

~Carrie Bradshaw
Sex & The City

AMEN Sister!

“I am no one special, just a common man with common thoughts. I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect, I’ve succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and for me, that has always been enough.”

~Duke
“The Notebook”

“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, 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 all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”

~Captain Corelli’s Mandolin