I've always avoided fights. I make jokes instead. I tell people what they want to hear in order to avoid a confrontation. I pretend to want things I don't want, and I pretend not to want things I do want. No one gets hurt. Except me. The lines are so crossed and blurred at this point that I don't know what I want. I just know I want it to be easy.
i want to stop fighting. i want so much to stop this. i want to fight for you, not against you. i want you to want me and i want love. but it’s far too late for that now isn’t it? at most, i hope you will be happy. wherever you are. whoever you’re with. whatever you’re doing.
I remember all the late night talks and all the words I was so comfortable saying to him, but I never would have been able to say to anyone else. I remember all the songs that take me back and make me smile. I remember all the promises, the ones we both knew would be broken. I remember all the moments he took my breath away and how he knew more about me than I thought anyone could. I remember the games we'd play cause we talked about so much I couldn't think of anything else to say. I thought about what kind of person could have thrown that all away and hurt someone that much. Going into it, I never thought that it would have ended like that. After wanting someone for so long, it's supposed to be perfect, right? And everything should last forever. But I fell out of love, and when you loved someone you just wanted them to be happy. Even if their happiness doesn't involve you.
I'm not that girl. I'm not the girl who gets attached. I don't like feelings, they're messy, and I don't like being hurt. Why did I let him get to me when I know everyone always leaves.
To be in love is like jumping off a cliff with no intent of looking down at the bottom. You don`t care if it hurts like hell when you hit the bottom, all you care about is that just for that short period of time.. you felt like you could fly.
People are always talking about how hard it is to find a good man, but nowadays it's hard to even find a good person. It's so hard to just even find a person to talk to, someone who will just listen and not judge, someone who will just take you as you are.
How weird is it to think that two years ago I didn't even know who you guys were? Now I can't imagine not seeing your smiling faces almost everyday. So we better not ever lose touch because although I lived without you before, I don't know if I could do it now.
After all the broken hearts, I've finally figured out my problem. I fall in love a little too late. I guard my heart like some kind of castle. I don't let them in when they want. I wait until they're long gone, then I realize they were the one I wanted all along.
It's funny how the less you talk, the more you begin to realize it was not meant to be. It's funny how slow it began, and how fast it ended. It's funny how in the beginning he liked you, but in the end he like someone else. It's funny how he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him.
Don't send me mixed signals. I don't like the confusion that it brings. I'd rather have the honest truth even if it hurts, because then I won't be wasting my time depending on false hope to keep me hanging on.
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time; maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you; maybe I'm amazed at the way you pull me out of time and hung me on a line; maybe I'm afraid of the way I really do need you.
You broke my heart, and you acted like it was somehow my fault. My misunderstanding. I was too in love with you to ever be mad at you. So I just punished myself.
Love is the stupidest thing in the world and it doesn't mean a thing to me. Because tell me; what does love really do for you? It makes your heart pound 100 miles a minute, makes you cry yourself to sleep at night, makes you wait by the phone just to see if he'll call, makes you spend money on material things to cover up what's inside so that maybe he'll notice you. Love is full of maybe's; it's never a sure thing. Love can be lost easily as it is found. Love can turn to hate, jealousy, and greed. Emotions are to be felt, acted upon; to be given and received; love isn't meant for that. It is only said and words mean nothing.
when all is said & done, you're a part of me, that's the way it was meant to be, people are brought together for a reason, everything happens for a reason, i believe the reason you & me were brought together was cause we complete each other, we fill in each others missing spaces, the empty holes, the blind spots, with love, & if someday god decided to tear us apart, i trust that there is a reason, cause if there's a reason for love, there's a reason for life beyond it.
I saw you walking by today. Your hair was longer and you might have been a little taller. But it was still you, and you still smiled at me, and I still couldn't speak.
"Are you okay?" Why do people say it? Does 'I'm fine' honestly satisfy you? If so, you don't mean what you're asking. I mean, come on, look in my eyes - I'm not okay. You know I'm not okay. And you asking if I'm okay is just reminding me how badly I'm not. I want someone to reach out a little farther than just ‘are you okay?' Instead of a question, make it a statement. You're okay. It's gonna be okay. It would mean so much me more. We all need to look a little deeper. Nobody is ever okay.
Have you ever looked at a picture of yourself and seen a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you, how many moments of other peoples lives have we been in. Were we part of someone's life when their dreams came true, or were we there when their dreams died? Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there.. or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think; you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it.
I would kick you in the vagina but I'm afraid I would lose my shoe.
Dreams are always crushing when they don't come true. But it's the simple dreams that are often the most painful because they seem so personal, so reasonable, so attainable. You're always close enough to touch but never quite close enough to hold and it's enough to break your heart.
A man who wants to make a relationship work will move mountains to keep the woman he loves. If he's not calling you to tell you he loves you and wants you back, it should only be because he's showing up at your new residence to do it in person. If he's not doing any of that, he may love you, he may miss you, but ultimately, he's just not that into you. Stop taking his calls and let him know what it's like to live without you.