I Still Love You Quotes

I know you. I know this isn’t you. And even if it is, I still love you. As much as I always have. You will always be mine. I will always love you, I promised you that when you left, and it’s true now.

I need you because I love you.

Pills n potions.. We’re overdosin.. I’m angry but I still love you

‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can’t give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

I love you still, Against my will.

The girl behind the scrawled letters. I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.” – Will Herondale

I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.

Tiffany and I are great friends, and I appreciate all that she is doing for me now. But she is not you. I still love you, Nikki. And you can’t control or alter true love.

I love you. Still not the right word, but i know you want to hear it.

… and I know it might sound crazy, but after all that, I still love you. You wanna come back in my life But now there is something I have to do. I have to tell the one that I once adored, that they can’t have my love no more, ’cause my heart can’t take no more lies, And my eyes are all out of cries.

Please understand. Please forgive me. I prayed every day for you to be alive, until hope became painful. Don’t hate me. I still love you.

I loved you yesterday. I love you still. I always have and I always will.

I used to love you I still do So Selfish I love the old you The you that didnt shoot drugs …The you that didnt get beat on by men You laugh in my face and call me a fool But its true I still love you Sometimes,I can see the old you When your eyes flash When you almost look alive

… somehow I couldn’t stop. I had turned into someone that I would have pitied in another life; someone who searched for signs, who analyzed patterns, who went over every word in a conversation looking for hidden meanings, secret signals, the subtext that said, Yes, I still love you, of course I still love you.

Willa?” “Yes” “It’s morning and I still love you.