I love you, really. You know I love you. I’ve never loved any one else the way I love you.
Being in a genuine real relationship seems to be a lost art. It’s lost to people, “just talking” while they’re free to thirst over other people via social networks and you really can’t get mad at them, because you’re technically not together. It’s lost to people who would rather date their instagram feed than the person sitting at the table across from them.