And if it's space you need, I'll fly to the moon,
Hoping to come back and rescue you
But that's only if you want me to.

"When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times."

I just want someone to say to me "I'll always be there when you wake"

I love no one but you, I have discovered. But you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.

"I don't really know where I'll go or what I'll do when I'm free. All I know is my life would be empty without you in it."

Memories were fine, but you couldn’t touch them, smell them, or hold them.
They were never exactly as the moment had been, and they faded with time.
-P.S. I Love You

When you're young everything feels like the end of the world.
But it's not, it's just the beginning, you might have to meet a few more jerks,
but one day you're gonna meet a boy who treats you the way you deserve to be treated.
And it's going to feel like the sun rises and sets with you.

take your left hand. okay now, your neck. find it. you know where.
take that hand and slide it up your neck, up the side.
let it rest there.
feel that? that's you. your heart beating.
pumping blood.
it means you're alive.
be grateful.

happiness isn't always the best way to be happy.
-where the wild things are

jesus, i’m not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they’re gonna do. i’m just going to do it. imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia... you spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. you just use the future to escape the present. -looking for alaska

We were supposed to wake up one day when we were older, holding on forever. But we flew past each other like windows on a train, the flashing of a frame. I can't hold on but I can't let go. A snapshot in my mind of a love that's stuck in time. I saw it slip away.

What I'm trying to say isn't really new. It's just the things that happen to me when I'm reminded of you. Like when I hear your name or see a place that you've been, or see a picture of your grin or pass a house that you've been in. It sets of something in me that I can't explain, and I really just can't wait to see you again.

'All you need is love' is a lie
cause we had a love, but we still said goodbye

Look to the past and remember and smile. And maybe tonight I can breathe for awhile. I'm not in the scene, I think I'm falling asleep. But then all that it means is I'll always be dreaming of you.

Sometimes I wish I hadn't been in such a hurry to move forward. There comes a point when it becomes impossible to go back.

I know all your favorite songs, and you tell me about your dreams. I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.

These memories I keep won't keep me warm at night.
The coldest part is the heart we share. It's breaking apart,
and you're not even here to say things will get better.

i do understand the impulse. the impulse to put your hand out & want someone to be there at the end of your reach. to want someone to be close to. to want to kiss or touch even if it's wrong. the point is you can't control these feelings. even if they're wrong, they're there. they're always there.

You're only sorry 'cause you got caught, and you're never happy 'cause you think you're not. And a story's no good without a thickening plot. So when the water finally settled, you stirred it up. You fucked it up.

I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking. And then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure, indigo, cerulean, cobalt, periwinkle. And suddenly, the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.

I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a sequel of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become.

"I'm not a genius. I'm just a tremendous bundle of experience."

"I realize you can't live your life saying ' well other people have it worse ', because at the end of the day you still hurt the same."

Hey, it would be fine if you want to come over at nine. We can lay on the floor and watch a movie that we've already seen. Or we can talk and touch with the radio on, we'll wait for awhile, 'til they play our song.

We’ve all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes, we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today’s possibility under tomorrow’s rug until we can’t anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves.

So many times I turned my back on the moment because I thought the moment was with you.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

When I met you I was just a kid. Hadn’t built up my defenses, so I gave my heart completely. Vaseline over the lenses. Memories don’t go away. I remember every day.

Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did You do those three days You were dead?
'Cuz this problem's gonna last
More than the weekend

Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone.

I'm in one of those moods that nothing is really wrong in my life, but my brain keeps on insisting that there is. Or maybe it's my heart that's doing the insisting. I can't really tell. You know that feeling?

I don't care what consequence it brings. I have been a fool for lesser things. I want you so bad. I think you ought to know that I intend to hold you for the longest time.

It's so hard to accept the fact you're gone forever. I never knew I could hurt like this, and everyday life rolls on like this. I wish I could talk to you for awhile. I wish I could find a way to try not to cry, as time goes by. The hardest thing to do is say bye.

No one falls in love by choice. It’s by chance. No one stays in love by chance. It’s by work. And no one falls out of love by chance. It’s by choice.

And I'll forget the world that I knew, but I swear I won't forget you. If my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear "oh, darling I wish you were here."

Love to the tips of your fingers, and when you find that love, wherever you find it, whoever you choose - don’t run away from it. But you don’t have to chase after it either. You just be patient, and it’ll come to you.

I wish that my head was my own notebook. I wish every single one of my thoughts were written down. Okay, it doesn't have to be a notebook. It can be an air sick bag for all I care. I am this person inside my head I could only dream to be. She's so open, so alive, she's so thoughtful and she is brilliant. She dreams of things I cant imagine on seeing. She sees colors, not words or people. She sees rainbows of colors. She is life. She breathes flowers and exhales master pieces of art. She excels in education, music, and art. She is the person I can only be in my head. I'll keep her there. She's safe there. She hasn't been hurt, she hasn't seen pain. In my eyes, there's still hope for her. I bet her heart is full of love and compassion. The kind of compassion that's been torn from my eyes, my heart, and my finger tips. Her lips are untouched and so soft. I could only imagine what she is capable of. I'd probably hate her if she was real. I'd probably find some reason to hate her. And I'd probably tear her, from limb to limb. I'd make her cry, just to watch her mascara run. But, I bet even then, make up smeared, eyes red and puffy, I bet even then she's still beautiful.

"no matter how hard it gets, just keep going because you only fail when you give up."

A three word statement does not justify the importance that you have in my life.
Instead of saying 'I love you', I want you to know that no statement in the English
language can captivate the very essence of how much I truly treasure your existence.

if you could read my mind, i wonder what you'd think of yourself.

Everytime I see something beautiful, I wish you could see it with me, even if I fucking hate you.

I could write novels about pain. Not the kind of pain you get when you break your arm, but the kind that makes your broken heart go into your throat, so that it takes all of your energy and concentration to breathe. The kind of pain that makes you want to scream & sob at the same time. The kind of pain that makes you want to hurt everyone around you because you're suffering & they're not, because they can breathe without feeling guilty & hold a normal conversation without breaking down into fits of tears or rage.

I know it's a bit sudden okay, but yesterday was a great day. And I'm sitting on the bus, and I realize that none of my great days in my life matter without you. You're the one I want next to me when my dreams come true. You're the one I want next to me if they don't. As long as I have you, nothing else matters.

I wish you would just show up on my doorstep. Not with anything special, just you. And when I’d open the door, you’d smile. And while I’m trying to figure out what the hell you’re doing here, you’d tell me how hard the past months have been, how much you’ve thought about me, how much you regretted everything. And then you’d take me into your arms and ask me to forgive you, and I would without hesitation. Then you’d grab my face and kiss me the way you used to, and everything would be perfect again.

^perfect, isn't it?

When I sleep, I dream of you. And when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart.

I've been waiting for the longest time. I want you to come back. Maybe if the sun would shine, it'd bring my happy back in the dark. So tired of waking up and it's dark. So tired of being stuck on my own here.

Pearl: I'm only human, man.
Leland: It's funny how people only say that after they do something bad. I mean, you never hear someone say "I'm only human" after they rescue a kid from a burning building.

It’s completely impossible to find a guy who won't hurt you. So instead, go for the guy who will make the pain worthwhile.

You occupied my space. But because you were not in my future I saw...nothing. Isn't that sad? And stupid?

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

these are nights when it's hard to fall asleep. the only way to block my thoughts is the thought of popping down pills or being beaten onto ground. you want to tear every hair off your head, punch holes into every fucking wall, until you crush every bone in each of your hands, to the point where it's hard to breathe, screaming fuck you until the blood from your throat splatters on the wall. i don't think i'll let it go this time.

Your love's a gathered storm I chased across the sky. A moment in your arms became the reason why. And you're still the only light that fills the emptiness. The only one I need until my dying breath. And I would give everything just to feel your open arms. And I'm not sure I believe anything I feel.

I drove too far in the wrong direction, forgot a map and a compass, and today I wonder if I meant to forget to turn.

We almost had it right, but the puzzle pieces misaligned. You've been talking in your sleep, but you never mentioned me.

I trust the red sun setting, the leafless November trees. On Monday morning, I look forward fearlessly to Friday's eve. But humans are not as reliable as nature, as trees. I wonder if you'll come back, I only trust that you'll leave.

I never thought you could leave me, I figured I was the one.
But I understand your sadness, so I guess I should just hold my tongue.

I remember the days we spent together were not enough. It used to feel like dreaming, except we always woke up. Never thought not having you here now would hurt so much.

And when I asked you how you’d been I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.

"Listen to me: If we are truly meant to be, then we will find our way back to each other. It’s as simple as that."

Her haunting me. The way a song stays in your head. The way you think life should be. How anything holds your attention. How your past goes with you into everyday of your future.

"Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious,
you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on."
-The Five People You Meet in Heaven

"I know what it is to not feel like you're in the room until he looks at
you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just
to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his."
-P.S. I Love You

Silly me, look what I did again.
I found what I want is what I cannot have.
I didn't mean to be so predictable.
But I blame it all on who made you irresistable.
And it isn't something I need till you tell me I can't.
Why wear my heart on my sleeve when it looks so good in your hand?

It's getting hard to breathe, hard to be here alone without you. Every part of me is crying out. Oh, you know I want you. But words are not enough to bring you home.

It was so right, and you might not see that right now, but I do. And if I have to wait until we're both 80 years old for you to see it, then I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere. This is it for me. You're it for me, and I can't pretend to feel any less than I do, I just can't.

I can't go places, I always see traces of the only thing in life I'll ever need. If I could do all the things I only dream that I could do, I'd still be the girl in love with you.

if you feel like dying you might want to sing.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know that just to be alive is a grand thing. --Agatha Christie

Knowledge cannot replace friendship. I'd rather be an idiot than lose you. - Patrick to Spongebob

And you keep whispering the same story to yourself. "I'll be unhappy now because that'll make me happy later. Because that's how a story works." So your happiness will always happen later, never now. Life isn't a story. Life is chaos.

I don’t know why, I’ve always been big on happy endings.
You see, to me, the most romantic, beautiful love stories ever were the ones where
two people meet, fall in love, and then fifty, sixty years later one of them dies
and then a few days after that the other one dies
because they just can’t bear to live without each other.

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. - Henry Miller

"Cameron has never been in love - at least, nobody's ever been in love with him. If things don't change for him, he's gonna marry the first girl he lays, & she's gonna treat him like crap because she will have given him what he has built up in his mind as the end-all, be-all of human existence. She won't respect him, 'cause you can't respect somebody who kisses your ass. It just doesn't work." -Ferris Bueller's Day Off

I wait up for you, you don’t wake up for me. Would you like the company, or are you sick of me? When your love lets you go, you only want love more. Even when love wasn't what you were looking for. Speak slow, tell me, love, where do we go? Break down and plead your case, I don't know what to say. I leave my heart all this pain and now I'm at it all again.

And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

Should we try this before we give up and move on, and pretend to restore what we have and hold on?

She's trapped inside her room with reruns on the screen, old books and movies. But she can't stop thinking, I want to be innocent again. She stands a stranger in her skin.

They're all part of the list, things that I miss. Things like your funny little laugh, the way you smile, or the way we kiss.

I’ve never understood the reasoning for someone to "move on" from a relationship. It’s not like you are really going to "move on", you are just trying to tell your heart to stop thinking about that person every second of every minute of everyday until it finally becomes a routine and you don’t notice it anymore. That is, until you see that person again, with someone who isn’t you, and then you have to remind yourself again.

i don't want to waste another
moment of my life without you in it.
-Garden State

Why did you mess with forever?
You asked to kiss me once goodbye
But you already did
On somebody else's lips
Tell the tiny chemicals
The ones you hold responsible
They lost me, you lost me.

There's a melody in my head and I haven't stopped humming it since I saw your face.
There's a feeling I can't forget, it started with you kissing me in that way, and there's no end in sight.

There's nothing like a bit of competition to make you want someone more than you probably should.

Well then, how can you be certain to find them? And if you do find them, are they really the one for you or do you only think they are? And what happens if the person you're supposed to be with never appears, or, or he does, but you're too distracted to notice?
-Ever After

I'm reminiscing about good times and rewinding all these songs. It feels like just yesterday you were lying in my arms. Listen to my words, I'm just trying to be strong. But I have to face the truth and realize that you're gone.

You've changed so much. I guess that's what happens. I wish you knew how much you've changed me. I wonder if I've changed you, if your life is different because of me.. because mine's different. My God, you taught me so much, and now we don't even talk to each other. I guess that's what happens.

"I want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you,
and just bewilder the hell out of people the way love should."

Every day the opportunity exists to change your life. But most days, the idea of having to change the big things in life just seems like too much work. Should I lie on the couch & watch a movie, or should I confront my personal demons? You get the point. -Girls' Poker Night by Jill A. Davis

I like songs about drifters, books about the same. They've always seemed to make me feel a little less insane.

Later on, when I tried to imagine how I might have ruined things, that would occur to me - that I'd so rarely resisted, that I hadn't made it hard enough for him. Maybe it was like gathering your strength and hurling your body against a door you believe to be locked, and then the door opens easily - it wasn't locked at all - and you're standing looking into the room, trying to remember what it was you thought you wanted.

wouldn't it be ironic if at this very moment
you were thinking of me just like
i'm thinking of you?

"When your heart gets broken, you sort of see the cracks in everything." - Felicity

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside. But not one of those that you can easily hide. Don't have much money, boy if I did, I'd buy a big house where we both could live. If I was a sculptor, but then again, no. Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show. Oh, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do. My gift is my song & this one's for you.

It's times like these when all I really want to do is put on your favorite t-shirt, curl up in a ball and sleep to dry these tears. Never in my life did I think that I would need someone so much.

Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken sore and stiff.
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at. He owes me one last wish.
So here's a present to let you know I still exist.
I hope the next girl that you kiss has something terribly contagious on her lips.

By some mischief of fate, we might only fall in love once. You know, that one great love old folks refer to. Many lovers may get into our lives, but there is only one person with that one smile, one kiss, one hug and one moment, that our hearts will never replace. That person, usually but sadly, is the one that got away. That’s why, after all the chips are down, we know, just know, that we’ll never fall in love that way again.

Taking steps back through the words I should've said to you; they all got lost, you went away. Well I feel sick, and you just don't care anymore.

Yeah, we've had our ups and downs.. but we've always worked them out. Babe, am I ever glad we've got this far now. Still I'm lying here tonight, wishing I was by your side. Cause when I'm not there enough, nothing feels right. So I'm coming back to show you that I'll love you the rest of my life.

I love you more than songs can say
But i can't keep running after yesterday.

I am too busy to have friends. A lover would just complicate my plans. So I will never look for love again. I'm taking matters into my own hands. I think I could last at least a week without someone to hold me.

I guess when you’re young, you just believe there will be many people with whom you’ll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.

I wake up and think dreams are real. I sleep so I don't have to feel the truth, that you can't ever be the one person that won't ever forget me. Let me sleep some more.

See, that's the thing about trying to have your cake and eating it too. If you make the slightest mistake, you usually wind up getting neither.

"Blurring lines between love and sin can't tell you where you stop and where I begin. My body sending questions to answers you can't give. If you throw me a line, I'll only drag you in."

At the end of the day I want to be able to fall asleep knowing that our lives intertwined in a way only we can understand.

I couldn't convince you that the blue you see is the same blue that I see.
But maybe that's how lovers know they're meant to love; they see the same blue.

As soon as you start to have romantic feelings for someone, you’re fucked. You and this person are going to hurt one another. Even if you are together for the rest of your life, you’re going to feel indescribable pain.When you’re in, no matter how deep, you’re in.

Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders. Everyone's leaning on me.
'Cause sometimes it feels like the world's almost over, but then he comes back to me.

And I don't understand why I sleep all day, and I start to complain that there's no rain. And all I can do is read a book to stay awake, and it rips my life away, but it's a great escape.

I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe
there I just said it
I'm scared you'll forget about me.

watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love, but rather makes me realize that if i wanted so much to be with the wrong person, how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.

Saying goodbyes are always hard. You hug a little tighter, smell a little deeper, attempt to commit the feel of the person to your memory. You want time to stop, but it can’t and you know it can’t. You know that you have to go on. So you cling on for a moment, and press your lips to their cheek and murmur, I’ll see you when I see you.

If you're calling about my heart, it's still yours. I should have listened to it a little more. Then it wouldn't have taken me so long to know where I belong.

When your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.

I thought I knew you. But I guess it's easier to see what we want than to look for the truth.

You turn on the radio and fall in love with the shape of someone's voice box.
And then you hear the size of their heart. The width of their pain.
And the length of their dreams.

I need someone who can deal with me. I need a guy who will make me see things from a different point of view. I need a guy who will make me talk about the things that scare me. I need a guy who will make me open up to him, a guy who won't give up on me.

Fate. It's what people invent to explain what they can't understand. If you think someone is the one, you tell yourself it was meant to happen. And if it breaks your heart, you tell yourself it wasn't meant to be. I've spent ten years trying to find a man who knows where I am in a room the moment he steps inside, without having to look. But that hasn't happened. I can admit the truth to myself - that I've got lousy luck at finding love - or I can tell myself that I haven't crossed paths with my soul mate yet. It's always easier to be a victim than a failure.

Nothing is certain anymore. I don't know what in the world is the right thing to do, and so I'm stuck here in a place I don't want to be. I don't want to sit back and watch you be fine without me. I don't want to cry and carry on like I have been doing for the past weeks. I just want not to want you anymore. I want to, hell I need to, just move on.

"if you're planning to let me go today.
make sure you'll never come back tomorrow."

Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will.

i wish people could achieve what they think would bring them happiness in order for them to realize that's not what happiness really is. -alanis morisette

In the short time we spent together, we had what most people can only dream about, and I’m counting the days until I can see you again. Never forget how much I love you.

Woke up and wished that I was dead. With an aching in my head, I lay motionless in bed. I thought of you and where you'd gone, and let the world spin madly on.

I want to study the geography of your body. I want to start a revolution with you.
I want to write secret notes on your back as you sleep next to me. But what I really
want is to tell you that, regardless of everything, I love you. Even if you never
love me back, I love you. I hope that when you're laying in bed after a night spent
in some distant state or country watching terrible TV that you don't feel alone. I love you.

You wrapped your arms around me, pressing your body against mine. And in that moment of perfection, I knew we were meant to be. I never wanted you to let go of me.

And I've cried and you would think I would be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps and it stays in your spine for the rest of your life. I've learned and you'd think I'd be something more now but it just goes to show it is not what you know, it's what you're thinking at the time.

Everything is different now. Why are you so distant now? Everything has changed. Yeah, nothing is the same, Since the day you went away, nothing feels at all okay with me.

Sentimental music has this great way of taking you back. Somewhere at the same time it takes you forward, so you feel nostalgic and hopeful all at the same time.

Never knew I could feel like this, like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Every day I love you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing? Telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change, winter to spring. But I love you until the end of time. Come what may, come what may. I will love you until my dying day.

You've got too much to wear on your sleeves and it has too much to do with me.

One day we'll look back on this, laugh nervously, and quickly change the subject.

"I was waiting for the longest time," she said, "I thought you forgot." "It's hard to forget," I said, "when there is such an empty space when you are gone."

If you're on your way, I'm not gonna write you to stay. If all you have is leaving, I'm gonna need a better reason to write you a love song today.

It's always times like these when I think of you, and wonder if you're ever thinking of me. Cause everything's so wrong, and I don't belong living in your precious memory.

One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon - instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today. --Dale Carnegie

Most of our lives are a series of images, they pass us by like towns on a highway. But sometimes a moment stuns us as it happens, and we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment, every part of it, will live on forever.

I had always been in love with him. I counted the lashes of each closed eye. He had been my almost, my might have been, and I did not want to leave him. -Alice Sebold

A year. A thousand kisses, And now a thousand one, a thousand two. There are so many other places we could have ended up, but I have to believe none of them would have felt this right. "All I want is you" is not entirely true. I want so much more, and with you I think I can get it.

And without him, I didn't feel the simplicities in the world anymore. The sky was just the sky, and I was just a girl. And without him, neither seemed quite as exquisite and beautiful.

And suddenly I felt completely strange, like the distance between us was much greater than what I could see from where I was standing. Like that line, always so clear to me, had somehow shifted, or had never even been where I’d thought it was at all.

I miss the simplicity of just being without trying, while everyone else was striving to be someone. I miss being accepted for who I am with you. I miss how it was natural to hold your hand. How we could feel each other smiling between kisses. How even when I asked for space, you knew enough to never leave. Now that you're gone, I seem to have more space than I know what to do with.

Sometimes, the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary simply by doing them with the right people.

I hate those endless descriptions of a heroine's physical attributes. It really bothers me how in books it seems like the only two choices are perfection or self-hatred. As if readers will only like a character who's ideal--or completely shattered.

You're right; I'm not who I once was,
because we aren't who we once were.

And every morning that I wake, I make a point to check the date, in case I slept an extra day. I’ve crossed so many numbers out, but every time I count them there are so much more.

I thought you said that you'd come find me
I thought you said you'd be home by now
I heard you say that you'd come back here
So I wrote to remind you somehow

No sense in looking forward when I can still see you in everything.

And when I wake up I realize that everything's still wrong
I'm still here and you're still gone
It's not fair

you told me her name.
it sounded familar in a way.
i could have sworn i'd heard him say it a thousand times.
oh, if only i had be listening.

God, my fingers burn now when I think of touching your hair.
You have changed so much that I don't know if I can call you and tell you I care.
And I would love to bring you down, plant your feet back on the ground.

How fast can you have your bags packed? I'm ready to blow this town. Cause this feeling is getting too hard to explain. And when it seems like months that you and I have been away from each others arms, it's only been days. And I count down seconds til these plane rides will save me from a feeling I feel that's certainly made me. Oh, you know it's certainly made me too upset to describe how when I close my eyes, you're sitting right beside me on this bed here tonight.

I'm imagining the way you say my name, I don't know when I'm going to hear it again. My friends can't tell my laughter from my cries. Someone tell this photograph of you to let go of my eyes.

I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you.

And if I'm the lucky one who gets to take your heart away, I will bring you out to dinner with the money that I've saved, I will sing you every evening all the reasons that I do, that if home is where the heart is then I'm only home with you.

I called my momma, she was out for a walk. Consoled a cup of coffee, but it didn't wanna to talk. So I picked up the paper, it was more bad news. More hearts being broken, or people being used. Put on my coat in the pouring rain. I saw a movie, it just wasn't the same. Cause it was happy, and I was sad. And it made me miss you, oh so bad.

I've been thinking about you, I've been dreaming about you, every night and everyday. I keep waiting on you, been praying for you, that maybe you'll come back again someday.

We made love on the living room floor with the noise in the background of a televised war. And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say, "If we walk away, they'll walk away." 

Oh my God, this hurts like hell. And how am I supposed to tell myself that if I keep singing my way through this that one day I'll be fine? One day, I'll be fine. One good thing about the road is that it opens up your eyes. It will make you miss your home and everything that flies in your heart will be as clear as all of heaven's days. Cause I believe that you're not gone. You're right here.

Just hear this, and then I'll go..
You gave me more to live for,
more than you'll ever know.

^i started crying when i read this

My arms reach out for you. Why cant you take them? My heart burns only for you. Can you extinguish it? I love only to be loved by you. Why cant you love me too? I long only to be held and cared for. Why can't it be? Am I to die alone and bitter? What the hell is wrong with me? I no longer wish to love anything. Just cut the heart right out of me. Sometimes I choke on all the false love.

You can't dwell on what might have been...and it's not fair to condemn him for something he hasn't done.

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, & the future less resolved than it will be. -Marcel Pagnol

Did I ever tell you that I really love you, and I think about you all day? That I really miss you and wish I could kiss you. But why are you so far away? Since you've been gone, I've thought over and over about you inside my head and where I went wrong. Everyday I've been thinking a lot about all of the things you'd say since I went away. I guess I could call you and ask you "How are you?", but I really don't have much to say. So I sit all alone and I stare at the phone, and I hope that you're doing okay.

Driving slowly, watching the headlights in the rain. Funny how things change. Think of the good times. Wishing you were still with me. The way it used to be.

Every day seems the same to me. I sit around and think about how alone I feel, then I wind up rather enjoying loneliness because it's the comfort of being sad. Sometimes it feels so right, and sometimes I'd like to be around no one for ten straight years. But I know this feeling can't bring me places, and I know I'm losing lots of ground, but to keep up means to get up and why does it have to be the world keeps on changing while I just stay the same? I feel like being down doesn't mean enough to anyone anymore, and I guess the world has made emotion obsolete. And I don't think I feel the same cause after all, who says what happy really means?

I wonder when, when I'll finally understand. Why time can wash away love like it was made of sand. And it's wonderful the pain that comes with regret. Sometimes you have to see the beauty in all of this loneliness. The streetlights flicker, and they fade, like every good intention that I've had.

Being just friends with someone you are in love with is like being invited behind a barn to look at the stars. And only looking at the stars.

Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it,: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

I miss the sound of your voice. The silence seems so loud. Cause there's no one else since I found you. I know it's been so hard, you should know.

If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

You're still here in my heart, not just an occasional thought in my head.

I will sleep another day. I don't really need to anyway. What's the point when my dreams are infected with words you used to say? I will breathe in a moment, as long as I keep my distance. I wouldn't want to go messing anything up.

Because when I'm around him, the sky's a different blue.

I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world then who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.

"Being aware of your crap and actually overcoming your crap
are two very different things."
-Grey's Anatomy

I could stay a while, but sooner or later I'll break your smile. And I can tell a joke, but one of these days I'm bound to choke. And we could share a kiss, but I feel like I can't go through with this. And I bet we could build a home, but I know the right thing for me to do is to leave you alone.

I wish that everyone was a different color. And when you find the other person that's the same color as you, then you know he's your soul mate. There will be people close to your color along the way, but only one person who's truly the same color.

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone, you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

There's always going to be an occasional night when you break down and cry, because you know things will never be the same.

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you're yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans. But that's the thing, love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens, and it is so incredibly messy.

He'd never tell you, but he can play guitar. I think he can see through everything but my heart. First thought when I wake up is, "My god he's beautiful", so I put on my makeup and pray for a miracle.

The way you're singing in your sleep, the way you look before you leap, the strange illusions that you keep. You don't know, but I'm noticing.

We were so charming, but the future was alarming. So on those days home in your car we jerked the steering wheel to the median, joking that we'd end our lives. But we weren't joking all the time.

I miss you even more than I could have believed. And I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a sequel of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become.

Don’t wake me up if this is a dream because things aren’t always what they seem. So don’t ruin this for me. If you’re a fairytale, I still believe.

How far do I have to go to make you understand
I want to make this work so much it hurts

Knowing can be a curse on a persons life. I'd traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn't know which one was heavier. Which one took the most the strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can't ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.
-The Secret Life Of Bees

If you give this one more shot, I'll make it up in every way. I'll call you twice a day and drive you to the airport just so I can watch you leave... even if you're leaving me.

I don't like taking when you leave for granted. I suppose that's why I always make a big thing out of it. Of course, I learned at a very young age that promises cannot always be kept, and you can never know for certain what's going to happen. I don't want to chance something, because "you'll see me this weekend" isn't even assured and I love you too dearly to let you go.

The Velveteen Rabbit was about how little kids get one toy that they love more than all the others, and even when its fur has been rubbed off, and it’s gone saggy with bits missing, the little child still thinks it’s the most beautiful toy in the world, and can’t bear to be parted from it. That’s how it works, when people really love each other.

Too often we sit back and take what life gives us. Like holding a bad hand of cards, always folding instead of raising the stakes. Never wanna bluff and go for it, afraid that you'll lose all you've got. But you can't win big if you don't bet big.

I felt sorry for him already. This was a screwed up place he'd come to. But he didn't have to know that. Not yet, anyway. There in that room, the world probably still seemed small enough to manage.

You make me laugh at things that aren't funny. You make me smile without actually being here. You make my stomach flip by a text. You make my heart drop by just saying hi. I hate to admit it, but you're still amazing.

Sunny days seem to hurt the most. I wear the pain like a heavy coat. I feel you everywhere I go. I see your smile, I see your face, I hear you laughing in the rain. I still can't believe you're gone.

I have to ask you a question.
It's a good one so think about it.
If two people love each other,
but they just can't seem to get it together,
when do you get to that point of enough is enough?

I do not want just a piece of you and a piece of your life. Even if you were able, which you are not, to give me the biggest piece, that is not what I want. I want all of you and every part of you and your day.

See, I'd love to spend the night. But you found someone else to lay beside. And I know it makes sense, but it's like sand in my eyes.

i may not remember the first time we spoke or the first moment i realized that i loved you, but i do know that everything in my life seems better when you're by my side.

Now you spend the days walking around in your basement remembering the ways you used to laugh and collect your favorite photographs. But now you can't cause you hate the past and that's not alright. And no, you're not doing just fine.

I looked at him, and he looked at me,
and for that split second it was like we forgave each other for everything.

You can walk into a room and spot them. They seem fine when you talk to them but every now and again, across the room, you catch them looking off into the distance at an invisible point that maybe, they once reached. They laugh a little different. They hesitate a little more. Now they know what it feels like. And something about their eyes when they listen to music says, 'turn it up until my ears bleed, let it be the last thing I hear.’

And the song ends here, cause you're really not near. We haven't said a word in over a year. It just gives me hope, like music gives you rope to hold you right here.

"I'm the sort of person that's always dwelling on the destination rather than the journey. Even when I'm in a great situation there's always this moving thought that it all is going to have to end."

Many people need desperately to receive this message: 'I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.'

I’ve thought for a long time that we were going to end up together, so I didn’t really care so much about the when of it. Now, though, the long road is starting to seem like the infinite road.

I will always love you, as simple as that sounds. I'd swim an ocean deep as your blue eyes to close the distance that's between us right now.

I'm not supposed to be scared of anything, but I don't know where I am. I wish that I could move but I'm exhausted and nobody understands. I'm trying hard to breathe now, but there's no air in my lungs. There's no one here to talk to when the pain inside is making me numb.

I guess I should say thank you,
for cutting all my strings.
But if it's all the same to you,
I wish you'd left my wings.

The hardest words to say are the words that mean the most, so I'll bite my tongue until it bleeds and I doubt you'll even know.

If you love somebody, let them go. For if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were.

And I'll sing songs to help me stay up all night long, cause I don't want to go to sleep. And I'll sing a song and I hope you're listening carefully. And know exactly what I mean.

hey, when you leave me, you leave me with a hope that my dream with you might come true.

I had the most wonderful feeling once. It's the feeling I just keep trying to find in all the wrong people, just to feel it again. The feeling I've felt for one person, the only time it was real, where I didn't have to try. I want it back.

Colors surround all that make all these dreams of mine real. But all that I've found is a reason for why I am here. I lay on the couch with my dreams and the smell of his hair. Cause when he's around I don't wanna be nowhere but there.

I'm seriously contemplating chewing off my tongue to prevent from screaming out your name in these endless nights to come.

It's kind of like.. the difference between putting your hand on your knee, and him putting his hand on your knee. When you touch your knee, you don't feel it, nothing happens, it's just there. But when he has his hand there, you feel everything. Every move of his palm, every squeeze of his hand, and every brush of his finger. And you feel it right down to your toes and up to your neck. Everything in your body tingles, but it's the most wonderful thing ever. Every move he makes, he makes a difference.

I wanna go through something incredible with you, like in the movies, so i would know you could handle it. I would give the world for you to grow up a little.

Just when I think I'm close enough you take a step backwards.

I admit, I'm still watching the days go by. Sleeping alone is starting to break me down. It's cold, but I should've known.

But it doesn't feel right holding someone else's hand. Together on phone lines and living at two opposite ends. But it scares me to think that you could find takers other than me and better than me.

And, I feel like I'm standing in the center of a snow globe that some seven year old kid will not stop shaking. I feel like everything around me is going 105 miles an hour, and I'm just stuck standing in the middle of traffic.