She asked me what it felt like, what love felt like. How could I explain to her that it was how I felt every time my arm brushed hers? How could I explain that it was the way her voice made my insides churn in bittersweet bliss? How could I explain that it was the sound of my name coming out of her mouth, making my head spin and my knees weak? How could I tell her that love was inexplicably and undeniably what I felt for her our whole lives?
“I mean, if the relationship can’t survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?”
- The Last Song; Nicholas Sparks