
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.
