I ache for you.I haven't even met you yet. Everyday I pray for you, I dream about you and prepare myself for the day when I finally meet you. Everyday I ask God why you have not come into my life yet, my heart is so very tired.
And I guess that's how you know you love them: when your heart aches; when your stomach drops; when your lungs feel like they're caving in, just because of the thought of them with someone else. - An extract from the book I'll never write