"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way  of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

- Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

I love her.

She loves me.

And we will be together, forever.