I love you not only for what you are❤️❤️, but for what I am when I am with you.
Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love.
If love cannot stand the test of time,😘😘 then it has failed the test of love.
The art of love is largely the art of persistence.
Love is not finding someone to live with. It’s finding someone you can’t live without.
He touched my soul long before I knew what his hands felt like.
The pain of parting is nothing❤️❤️ to the joy of meeting again.
I don’t miss you and you alone – I miss you and me together.
But nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.
If you think missing me is hard,😘😘 you should try missing you.
Distance between two people is inconsequential when their souls are united.
Our hours in love have wings❤️❤️; in absence, crutches.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.
I exist in two places, here and where you are.
Distance unites missing😘😘 beats of two hearts in love.
Love is not just being with someone. Love is feeling someone even if miles separate you.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
How lucky I am to have something❤️❤️ that makes saying goodbye so hard.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.
Distance means so little, when someone means so much.
Love will travel as far as you let it😍😍. It has no limits.
I’ll never leave you,” he said thousands and thousands of miles away.