“I used to love you. But now, I loved you even more.”

“Today I love you more than ever; tomorrow I will love you even more. I need you more than ever, I want you more than ever.”

“All the time I think I can never love you more than I already do. And then you do something or say something, and I love you more than ever. Like just now. Like now. How is it possible? Can you love someone more and more and at the same time, all the time, love them as much as it's possible to love someone?”

“This is not what you want to hear, but to me, it doesn't seem there was a time before I loved you. And though I try to keep my distance from you... even now you keep giving me reasons to love you more.”

“Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.”

“But for now let me say I love youLater on there'll be time for so much moreBut for now meaning now and foreverLet me kiss you my darling then once moreOnce moreBut for now let me say I love youLater on I must know much more of youBut for now here and now how I love youAs you are in my arms I love youI love youI love you”