The best narrative is one of infinite love. A spiritual affair--one not of the material world. Intermingled, with no beginning nor end--it will always stand the test of time.

It’s a thorny road for dreamers and poets who fantasize of majestic places and deep-seated desires of the heart that their hands may never hold.

It’s easy to get caught up in where the world is going and lose sight of the direction we were headed.

Ah, Macy Joleen O'James, I love you. More than I ever knew it was possible to love someone. I want to laugh with you when you're happy and hold you when you're sad and--hell. I don't even know what all. This is uncharted territory for me, but I know that I Buzz Lightyear love you. You know--to infinity and beyond?

So, yes, I will marry you. Someday. If you'll have me," he said modestly.
"Of course I will, you idiot," I said with a shriek, and threw myself into his arms.

When you chronically interrupt your time with whom ever you're with to answer your phone/text you are saying that the caller is more important.