Romantic Love Quotes

Hearts don’t break. 💔 It’s just a gentle lie the poets tell. Hearts are not made of glass, or stone, or anything that could crack, or scatter, or shatter. They don’t fall into pieces. They don’t come undone. Hearts don’t break. They just stop working. Like a leaf in autumn, that lets go without a sound.

do you still love me when i forget to make myself beautiful? when my hair is messy & oily my face untouched by makeup or filters when i turn the panorama on & don't look for my best side just a tired face at the end of a long day. when im wearing an old t-shirt & loose pants & all i have is a broken flower in my hair. do you still love me?

Dried flowers are prettyyyyyy 🤍

if i was a song, & you were the voice, people would fall in love with the melody. i would fall in love with the way my name sounds like a love story on your lips.

i kissed my ciggerate...

i find love letters in the clouds...

I can write the most beautiful poem but it will never touch the person who stopped reading my chapter long ago.

if i was a poem & you were the reader, i would speak to you & sing to you & belong to you & people would call it literature 🤍

She was the poetry, written by God Himself. And I was the reader, falling for every line. She was the feeling, too deep to be explained. And I was the heart, learning to feel again. She was the silence, that spoke louder than words. And I was the listener, finding meaning in every pause. She was the prayer, whispered by lonely souls. And I was the believer, trusting every word. She was the story, never meant to end. And I was the one, who read her again and again.

If my heart beats 72 times a minute, 4,320 times an hour, 103,680 times a day, 37,843,200 times a year anyway, it still beats for you. If my heart keeps count, I don't. I only know that among all those millions, my favorite beat is the one that happens when I think of you. That's all I wanted to say.

The first thing I want every morning is the sleepy curve of your smile and the warmth of you reaching for me before either of us is fully awake. That’s my whole definition of happy.

Your hands on me feel like a question and an answer at the same time. Stay close.

I rehearsed this. I really did. But you looked up, smiled, and my whole carefully planned speech collapsed into three honest words I’m terrified and thrilled to finally mean.

No plans, no clock, no reason to move. Just your head on my chest and the whole lazy afternoon stretching out like a cat in the sun. This is the life I’d trade every adventure for.

Come closer. No, closer than that. I want to tell you something that only works at the distance where your breath becomes mine and words stop being necessary altogether.

When they ask me what I did with my life, I want the answer to be simple I loved one person deeply, honestly, and without condition, and I never once looked back.

if i was a poem & you were the reader, i would speak to you & sing to you & belong to you & people would call it literature 🤍

People will test us. Time will test us. But I chose you with open eyes and a full heart, and I don’t make that kind of decision lightly or temporarily.

We haven’t even touched, and somehow my skin already knows what yours would feel like. Some connections don’t need permission they just exist.