.. i wish you were a stranger i could disengage ..

I lie to you so you won't think I'm weak. I lie to myself to keep myself from breaking down. I believe you because I hope you would never lie. I loved you because anything else felt wrong. Everything I would say to anyone else was incomplete. When something good happens I was used to telling you about it. If I had you, I had everything. I only wish that was a lie. Now I have nothing. Nothing but my half truths, broken promises and heartache. I'm surrounded by people but I still look for you in the crowd.

"we were just two kids with a whole lot of love for each other, & a whole bunch of things standing in our way."

"I've realized that when I'm with you, the world goes away. when you look at me with your big green eyes, i could stay with you forever & that every time we're talking, i constantly have a smile on my face. I've realized now that when i say i love you, i actually mean it with everything i have. I've realized that i can't be without you."

"so please give me your hands, so please give me a lesson on how to steal a heart, steal a heart as fast as you stole mine"

"I never thought i`d hear myself saying this, but thank you. Because if you hadn't come along, I never would have learned that my worst day could also have been my best. Because when a heart breaks, it also opens; and once a heart opens any number of things can happen, and some of them can be wonderful."

"She survived. She'll make it. but you don't survive something like that without scars."

"She hides her pain so easily behind those blue eyes and that wide smile. You'd never even suspect what she's really going through."

"Because even though she can't say his name anymore, and just because she never talks about him, doesn't mean he isn't always on her mind. And even though he's not here anymore, doesn't change the fact that he's still locked up in her heart. And even though it's been all this time, he's still managing to tear her apart."

"I live in notes and photographs and everything I'm holding back, but you're the words that weren't enough. You remind me of a song I used to love"

"Heartbreak is one of those things that is impossible to define and terribly hard to describe. It's a 'you know it when you feel' sort of sensation. It's the pain you experience that I can only equate to being roundhouse kicked to the head, chest, stomach, and knees all at the same precise moment. It's what you are feeling when you've run out of tears, but you just can't stop crying, so you are reduced to a curled up ball of silent, painful, dry sobs. It's a period of time in which you utilize the phrase “I'm fine, just fine,” and you put on a fake smile to pretend you are this strong girl, when really, dropping your pen makes you want to start crying again. It's a mindset in which you want with all of what happens to be left of your heart to hate him, but you can't, because you are down right confident that you 'love' him. It's when you listen to those sad songs even when you know they won't make you feel better. It's when it hurts to exist."

"She's been there for you since day one. Through hell and back, she never once left you by yourself. And you took advantage of that, of everything she offered which was all that she had. The one day that you realize what you had for the longest time though, will be the day that it won't matter, for it will be too late. You'll have already lost her."

"And she sat there for hours thinking and recollecting on how things used to be.

And she laughed, and she cried. And she couldn't help but think of what

she wouldn't do to get them back to that way once again."

"She's been hurt many times before this. You'd think it would be routine by now. You'd think she wouldn't let it get to her; but the truth is, she trusted you. "

"I'll say my goodbye, and you'll walk away in the way you do. The we'll both pretend that nothing happened and we never knew each other. Because that's what happens. You find people, and then you lose them. Nothing lasts forever."

"I know alot of people who know who he is. But I also know there are not that many people who got to see the side of the guy that I did. And that guy, well, I'll never forget him. Not ever. I've learned so much about life and emotion from knowing him and I wouldn't change a thing about it. Including the ending.

Your heart needs to go through some bumps like these once in a while. Besides, he had made a monumental impact on me and on my life in these past few months. I know no matter how many years go by, my stomach will always do a little flip whenever I see him."

I don't know what it was but whenever I couldn't talk to you, I just felt empty..like my dream was slipping away for that time period and wouldn't be returned till we spoke again.

Even though we couldn't make it last I will still love you every morning when I wake and every night when I fall into deep slumber, because loving you is easier to me then breathing and I cannot erase a habit like that without killing myself.

I miss those midnight conversations. I miss how you would make me laugh out of my own frustration. But you just come to know that you get so used to being loved, and in one second it can all come crashing down. Now I know to not let anything get that far ever again, because I didn't know how I could wake up one morning and have it all hit me. I didn't know I could miss you this much.

	i know were practically complete strangers now, who can't even look at eachothers in the halls. and i know we can't hold a conversation for longer than a minute. but it doesn't make any difference to me, i love you the way i did a year ago, and honestly, above all, i miss you

	Sometimes I wonder if you are worth it. I wonder if it’s okay to take that chance of being hurt again. It’s been so long since I’ve opened up to someone, but your the first guy that has been able make me breathe again, so that must mean something right?

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.