The rarest thing you'll ever see is exactly what I'm doing right now.

If you're are reading this and you love someone who's not yet yours, then get up and chase after them.

You don't know how I feel about you, but you know that I do. I from. I feel about you. Knowing that is really all you need. You already know how you feel about me, though you don't need to. You already know that I am just as far from, both, the love and hate of you as you feel for yourself. I feel the same about you as you feel about me.

We are nothing alike, but exactly the same.

I cry in the most joyful of moments. It's not tears of joy, either, it's the idea of knowing it won't happen any better, only worse, and in a way only the lowest can accomplish.

You go on saying we're the same mind split perfectly in two. You go on saying we're practically joined at the hip. You go on saying we're virtually inseparable. You go on saying we're the ones with everything in common. You go on saying we're the two whose hopes are the same. What you don't go on saying is that we have our differences, too. That's why I love you.