If I told you I missed you, would you care? If I told you I couldn't live without you, would you be there? If I told you I could be your everything, would you give me a chance? If I told you I could make you happy, would you give me the perfect romance? If I told you you're the only one I think about, would you keep track? If I told you I loved you...would you love me back?



I promised myself I wouldn't think about you...I broke it the first day...

"It's hard to love someone who's in love with someone else, you have to ignore the pain and swallow your pride. Just to be a friend... but that's all worth it because sometimes friendship lasts longer than love."

And I know that I should probably just let go, because I know that it won’t work out and everyone tells me that. So I try to convince myself that I’m better off without him...but then I’ll think of him and remember his smile and I can't imagine myself with anyone else and no matter how hard it will be, I want to be with him.

I like you, a lot, but I'm so afraid that I'll hurt you. If I did, I don't know how I'd live with myself. But I don't know how I'd live with myself if I let you walk away either.

A smile hides a thousand tears and a broken heart.

When you touched my hand for the first time, I wanted nothing more than to hold it forever.

Of course we’ll meet new people and fall in Love again, of course we’re gonna hate each other sometimes and seek ways to hurt each other. . But we'll ALWAYS HAVE A HISTORY THAT WONT LET US FORGET ABOUT EACH OTHER no matter how much we want too.

I’m so scared that I’ll never find someone who loved me the way you do and at the exact same moment, I’m scared to death that I will.

"Tell him that I don’t love him and that I don’t need him anymore. Tell him that I don’t miss him and that I don’t want to see him at all. But most of all..don’t tell him I said all this with tears in my eyes.

I’m a tear.
I’ve been here before.
I know her perfumed fingers.
I know the cold cold floor.
Every time you leave her;
Every time you don’t call..
When she can’t help herself,
It’s my job to fall.

"Tears are a waste of body fluid. They smear your make-up, stain your cheeks, make hair stick to your face, and to top it off they don’t taste that great either. So, don’t let a boy make you cry. That is unless he is willing to fix your make-up, find a magical cure for tear-stained cheeks, dry your hair, and let the tears fall in his mouth."

"After a while, you just can't cry anymore. You just have to believe that what happens is what's supposed to happen, and well, you can't change that, even if you tried. So just dry the tears, and hope that tomorrow will be a better day."

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

“You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”

“I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.”


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