I love you without knowing how or when, or from where...
I love you straight forwardly without complexities or pride... So i love you because I know no other way.

From the book "New Moon by Stephenie Meyer"

TIME PASSES. EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS POSSIBLE. Even when each tick of the second had aches like a pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me. - Bella Swan