“I don’t know how to stop loving you.”
“I’ll never stop loving you. I don’t know how and I don’t want to.”
“How am I supposed to stop caring? I’ve loved them since I was four years old, and I don’t know how to quit.”
“I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.I don’t know how to be without you.”
“How can I describe how much I love you?Is it even possible to describe a love like that? I don’t know, but as Isit here with pen in hand, I know that I have to try.”
“I don’t know when I’m going to stop when I start—or start when I stop. That’s why I simply love continuously.”