"You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact.
"I do," I say. Also a fact.

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

And if my mind breaks up In all so many ways I know the meaning of The words, “I love you”

The actual facts are so simple. I love you. You love me. You love Otto. I love Otto. Otto loves you. Otto loves me. There now! Start to unravel from there.

I love you, he said flatly. I — love — you. Shall I elaborate? I have loved you. I do love you. I will love you. I didn't want to love you. I tried not to love you. I will undoubtably regret loving you, but — God help me — I love you — so much.

Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'

You'll always be like this to me.'

Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.

Just those three words, said and meant.I love you.

Translation: When they[people] say "I love you", they mean "love me".

I'd like to know that your love Is love I can be sure of, So tell me now and I won't ask again, Will you still love me tomorrow?

All I think of ever is that I love you.

Then he said something that was absolutely defining for him: "Write this down and never forget it: Love is as much a question of the will as it is of the emotion. And if you will to love somebody, you can."