Besides, I'm not jealous. I'm just so in love with you that there isn't anything else.

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

I've thought about nothing else but you.

I am catastrophically in love with you.

It happens that I want you, and so I just haven’t room for any other desires.

When love exists, nothing else matters, not life’s predicaments, not the fury of the years, not a physical winding down or scarcity of opportunity.

I am approximately 96.694444% in love with you. Of course, that’s just a rough estimate.

I am always in love.

You have within you more love than you could ever understand.

She's so in love with me, she doesn't know anything. That's why she's in love with me.

If you are really in love with someone, you never worry about the meaning of life.

If I’m ever able to hope for nothing, it will be for the simple reason that I’m already with you.

Everything else, every thought, goes fore and forever fades away into the recesses of time, and therein what remains is my soul's love for you.

I fell in love, not with anything or anybody in particular but with everything.