I love you guys.

     I want you to know me so bad, but I'm such a sucker for awkward phrases and hanging silences.

         She randomly smiles because she's thinking of you, even if you're already there.

      If I could do exactly what you did to me back to you, you couldn't stand it, like I can't now. You'd give me your life, and I'd give the occasional half-smile. You'd give me your soul, and I'd give you reasons to fight with me. You'd give me your heart, and I'd take it with me when I leave. And never look back.

            You are, and always have been, my dream.

      I want to be the smile, the first thought, the long drive, the short walk, the last voice, the random call, the sweet dream, the perfect kiss, the comfort hug, the sparkle in your eye. I want to be everything you need, or simply just what you want. I want to be yours.

           I don’t think people are meant to be by themselves. That’s why if you actually find someone you care about, it’s important to let go of the little things, even if you can’t let go all the way. Because nothing sucks more than feeling all alone, no matter how many people are around you.

      I have to keep trying with you, because the truth is, whenever I see you smile, it makes me forget whatever I’m saying, whatever I’m thinking, even what I’m doing. How can I ignore this?

           People are going to disappoint you. I get that, I kind of expect that. But, what if you wake up one day and realize you’re the disappointment?

      The first step towards change is acceptance. Once you accept yourself, you open the door to change. That’s all you have to do. Change is not something you do, it’s something you allow.

          Sometimes the past is something you just can’t let go of. And sometimes the past is something we’ll do anything to forget. And sometimes we learn something new about the past that changes everything we know about the present.

      I'm just saying you can't know who the person is; the person who will become your ultimate confidant, your soul mate, your lover. He may be the guy you've had your eye on for years, or he might be the guy next to you in torn jeans buying some parts for his motorcycle. Whoever he is, he starts off as a stranger- so he could be anyone.

          There are three types of people you'll meet. The one you should have never met, the one you should never have let go of, and the one you've been looking for your whole life.

      The wall is there because you want it to be there. It stops you because you want it to. When you’re ready, it’ll fade away. And reveal the dreams beyond.

         ‘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.

     I can't forget you… been going crazy from the moment I met you.

          Things slip away. If you love somebody, don’t let them slip away.

      I have all these feelings - these weird feelings, and I’ve had this burning desire to express them. But I can’t. I just can’t. And these feelings - they’re trapped and they’re like stuck in my heart… And I just feel so lonely.

          I've got your picture and all I can do is try to look away.

      When you develop an infatuation for someone, you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. It doesn’t need to be a good reason. Taking photographs of the night sky, for example. Now, in the long run, that’s just the kind of dumb, irritating habit that would cause you to split up. But in the haze of infatuation, it’s just what you’ve been searching for all these years.

          If anyone asks, I'll tell them we both just moved on. When people all stare, I'll pretend that I don't hear them talk. Whenever I see you, I'll swallow my pride and bite my tongue. Pretend I'm okay with it all; act like there's nothing wrong.

      Sometimes you think you’ve gotten over a person, but when you see him smile you suddenly realize you’re just pretending you’re over him to ease the pain of knowing that he will never be yours.

           I spent three years wishing for two things. That one day you'd break and I'd get to see how all the choices you made could drive you insane. I wish we never met.

      If you desire love in your life, cultivate it yourself, in your own dreams and desires, in the mark you want to make during your brief span here, in the lessons learned, in the smiles as much as the scars. Fill yourself up with love, rather than waiting for someone to do it for you.

          I've come to realize that we never stop loving the people who leave. We just stop needing them like we used to.

     And there's reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last. I can't remember the last time I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass…

           I think I’m going to stop talking to you. Because when we do talk, we talk either for hours, or only a couple of minutes. And then, we don't talk again until a couple of weeks have past. But that conversation is the exact one we had before. It's like starting over again, and again. And during those couple of weeks we don't talk, I can't get you off my mind and I wish that I could talk to you again. But I’m tired of it, and i want to move on. I’m only hurting myself as long as you're on my mind.

      I miss you, but I'm trying not to care anymore.

          I know he played those games with you and you want to take it back. But you can’t. You've got to move forward. Show him that you are fine without him, even if that means faking a smile when you walk by him.

      That's the thing with teenagers. They think all their parents want to do is keep them from having fun; when they're really only trying to save them from broken hearts.

          My biggest mistake wasn’t falling for him; it was thinking he had fallen for me too.

     I just want to smile again... not that fake "hey what's up" smile. I want to smile again, and mean it.

          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.

         The first one is the worst one when it comes to a broken heart.

           I want to get inside your head, so I can see how you feel about me. It's all I wonder about lately. All I want to know is what you see.

      This time it’s different. I know you’re used to getting all the girls. But you know what, if you really want me; come get me yourself. Because I’m not just going to be another rebound.

         You sit there in your heartache waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways.

      You have enemies? Good. It means you're different and someone just doesn't like it.

          Trust me, I know how it feels. I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower so no one can hear you. I know what it's like to wait for everyone to be asleep so you can fall apart, for everything to hurt so bad you just want it all to end. I know exactly how it feels.

      To me fearless is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. Fearless is falling madly in love again, even though you've been hurt before. Fearless is walking into your freshman year of high school at fifteen. Fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again…even though every time you've tried before, you've lost. It's fearless to have faith that someday things will change. Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can't breathe without them. I think it's fearless to fall for your best friend, even though he's in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they'll never stop doing, I think it’s fearless to stop believing them. It’s fearless to say "You're NOT sorry," and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is fearless. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is fearless. Letting go is fearless. Then, moving on and being alright…that's fearless too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. I think love is fearless.

         The problem with love is that you can love whoever you want, but so can he.

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   HEARTBREAK: Your heart hurts; you find it a little difficult to breathe. Tongue's twisted, heartbeat's racing. You can't speak, can't think. Your mind is wandering... in & out of memories, now that you're faced with reality. Am I right?

          We Aren’t Together. We Are Just Friends And Yet You Have Me Wondering What If....

      I miss your tight long hugs, the ones you'd give me in the hallway and you'd pick me up and spin me around. I need those back. They were what made my day.

          He's all she's ever wanted, what all the other boys promised they'd be.

     I was just your worst mistake, I know you won’t say it but I can tell you mean it.

          Here he goes again saying how beautiful I am and how he misses me so much and there I go falling all over again like he never hurt me. The words sting me like poison and brings me to the bottomless pit of bad romance.

     Sometimes, don't you wish your life were a movie? That way you could rewind your favorite parts. You could fast forward the part where you cry. And the end is always happy.

          Remember, the person who leaves without being kicked out, is the person who will return without being called back.

     Remember when I told you what girls want? Girls just want someone to want them back- at least I do.

          I kept thinking how much my life in retrospect feels like the moments captured on all the Polaroid’s I kept looking at. It’s just this series of flashes, isn’t it? You wander around in the dark and then there’s this flash and something gets caught in the light like a trap. Flash. A memory. Flash. A birthday. Flash. A series of chords on the piano. Flash. She laughs. Flash. A girl in a yellow hat. Flash. A sly smile at the door and a green dress. Flash. Something you should have kept.

         Your words in my memory are like music to me.

     We all carry around so much pain in our hearts; love and pain and beauty. They all seem to go together like one little tidy confusing package. It's a messy business, life. It's hard to figure, full of surprises.

         You know I try to get close to you. You don’t realize what you’re putting me through. The things I do, I do them for you.

     I make up excuses just to touch you and I can't stop.

          If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.

     I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.

          There's no one in town I know. You gave us some place to go. I never said thank you for that. I thought I might get one more chance. What would you think of me now? So lucky, so strong, so proud. I never said thank you for that. Now I'll never have a chance.

     Life was like that. Everyone loved the wrong person, who loved someone else, or didn't love at all.

          Oh, it's a beautiful thing. Don't think I can keep it all in. I just got to let you know what it is that won't let me go. It's your love… it just does something to me. It sends a shock right through me. I can't get enough. And if you wonder about the spell I'm under. Oh, it's your love.

     I mean, I was afraid that I had already met the man of my dreams at the dry cleaners or something, and I was just too busy to notice. But now I'm here and I see that that's not true because… it's you. You're the one. You’re everything I never knew I always wanted. I'm not even sure what that means exactly, but I think that it has something to do with the rest of my life.

         It’s okay. It’s okay to want someone you can’t have. It’s okay to want something more. Its okay to cry when you’re hurt, and it’s okay to stay mad at someone who hurt you. Believe it or not, it’s always going to be okay. That’s just how it works. Sometimes things don’t work out how you want them to, and most of the time, it seems like they never will. But eventually, everything is going to iron out some way or another. You just have to believe, keep your faith, and move on.

    You do something to me that I can’t explain. So would I be out of line if I said I miss you?

         I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I'm afraid of quick judgments and mistakes that everybody makes. You can't fix them without time. I'm afraid of seeing snapshots instead of movies.

    You can love someone so much... but you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

Because that's what people do. They leap and hope to God they can fly. Cause otherwise, we just drop like a rock, wondering the whole way down 'why in the hell did I jump?' But here I am… falling, and there's only one person that makes me feel like I can fly. It's you.

         And you know what? I realized something last night. It's not that I want you to hold my hand. It's that I want you to reach for it.

    You thought you were there to guide me; you were only in my way you're wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you.

         You listen when I speak. You make my knees go weak. And I just want you by side.

    I want to be the girl that you sneak up on just to whisper "I love you" in my ear.

         He doesn’t realize how he’s being; putting girls before me. But I act okay, afraid to say anything because I hate being mad at him.

    I smile at you in the hallways to make it seem like I’m okay but you don’t know i cry as soon as you look away.

         She curls her hair, puts blush on her cheeks, eye shadow on her eyes; the best outfit in her closet it on, just to impress a boy.

    I promised God I’d never lie, but I broke that promise when I said I was over him.

       He watched her take off her makeup and wondered why she ever put it on.

     I’m 99% sure he doesn’t like me but that 1% is what keeps me hanging on.

         He’s not just another high school crush . . . he’s my teenage romance.

    Sometimes I just cry harder, so that you'll hold me tighter.

          I would rather be ugly on the outside and be warm and beautiful on the inside, then to be beautiful on the outside and be cold and ugly in the inside.

     If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart… I’ll always be with you.

         It’s not love but it could be and I don’t know what you’re doing but I like the way you do it to me.

    Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of   nightmares.

        I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out…

    You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry.

         I can't really offer you much, but I can offer you that empty spot on the carpet right next to me. I can offer you late nights of you and me sitting together. I can share with you my mind, my words, my music and maybe I'll move you just like you move me.

    I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you. How good you look when you smile. How much I love your laugh. I daydream about you every second of every class; replaying pieces of our conversation and laughing at funny things that you said or did. I've memorized your face and the way you look at me. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine. I wonder what will happen the next time we are together and even though nothing will come out of this, I know one thing for sure, for once I don't care, I cherish every moment I have with you.

         I love you and I probably always will. But we go days without having a meaningful conversation. And, I used to miss you so much when that happened. But it never seemed like you missed me, and I guess because of it, I stopped missing you.

    If he honestly cared about you one bit he wouldn't have left. Not the first time, not the second time, not ever.

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        I can’t help it. I can’t help caring. I’m forced. I’m too weak to restrain myself from you. I can’t help looking for you in a crowd. I can’t help thinking of you in the middle of night, day, or anytime at all. I can’t help wishing that you would love me. I can’t help waiting until the moment we talk again. I can’t help wanting to be more than just friends. I can’t help the way I love you…although I wish I could. Sometimes I just wonder why I love you the way I do; but I don’t have a reason. I just simply fell in love with you.

    I know you are doubting yourself at the moment. I know you feel unsure and scared. I wish there was a way to make you understand you’ll get through this. I know you will. I believe in you.

        I don’t know where we went and why we grew apart... but you should know; I miss you.

   In the best, most desirable way, you scare me. But I love the way you scare me but it makes me nervous and then I say or do something really stupid so I spend all this energy coming up with ideas to be smart so that you don’t think I’m stupid and those ideas inherently backfire therefore making me look more stupid. It’s a vicious circle, and I’m at the end of my rope because all I really want to do is kiss you and I feel if I don’t kiss you soon I’m gonna explode.

         Of all the things I've believed in, I just want to get it over with. Tears from behind my eyes, but I do not cry… counting the days that pass me by. I've been searching deep down in my soul. Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old. It feels like I'm starting all over again, the last three years were just pretend. And I said, goodbye to you. Goodbye to everything I thought I knew. You were the one I loved, the one thing that I tried to hold on to.

    And every heartache makes you stronger, but it won't be much longer. You'll find love; you'll find peace, and the you you're meant to be. I know right now that's not the way you feel, but one day you will.

        "So you're always honest," I said.
"Aren't you?"
"No," I told him. "I'm not."
"Well, that's good to know, I guess."
"I'm not saying I'm a liar," I told him. He raised his eyebrows. "That's not how I meant it, anyways."
"How'd you mean it, then?"
"I just...I don't always say what I feel."
"Why not?"
"Because the truth sometimes hurts," I said.
"Yeah," he said. "So do lies, though."

    Don't think, or judge. Just listen.

         Everywhere she go’s, she’s looking for him… even though she knows he doesn’t want her anymore. She still secretly hopes that he will accidentally run into her someday, and at that moment he’ll remember what they used to have… all of the feelings, the smiles, the tears, everything. And in the very end, he’ll tell her he’s loved her all along. [fearlesslybeyourself]

    But, she knew the truth. And the truth was that he really doesn’t love her, and that he doesn’t remember anything about what they used to do together. She just wishes things were different, that things were like they used to be… [fearlesslybeyourself]

         It's like if the music is loud enough I won't be able to listen to my own thoughts.

    Isn't that the greatest gift in the world-just not to care?

          Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever.

    Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, and turn off all sound. Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light. Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast away all jeopardy. Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, and somehow stop the pain.

         Smile. Nod. Say something witty before he finds out what an incredible geek you are.

    When you love someone, you don't want to hurt them, even if they deserve to be hurt. When you love someone, you want to hurt them, even when they don't deserve to be hurt.

         Being in love with someone who doesn't even know you exist isn't the worst thing in the world. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Almost like passing in a term paper that you know sucked, but having that period of time where you haven't gotten your grade back yet -- that kind of exhale where you haven't been rejected, although you pretty much know how it's going to turn out.

    That was the thing about pictures--they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren't the right ones.

         You are the one girl that made me risk everything for a future worth having.

    When I picked up the phone, I realized that out of the billions of people on the planet, you were the one I wanted to speak to the most. It was like the deepest part of me took control and said what it felt, unafraid of embarrassment or rejection or any of that other stuff that normally leaves me paralyzed with fear. I didn’t think. I just was.

        I love this spot. It’s like heaven, right here on Earth. Maybe that’s what heaven is. Maybe we go through life collecting people and places we love, and they become our heaven.

    They’re trying to pry in to my brain, but I’m gone. I’m running down highways till I see your face. I just need to see you now. I just need to see you now. And I don’t care about anything else. I don’t care about anything else.

         Regret comes in all shapes and sizes. Some are small, like when we do a bad thing for a good reason. Some are bigger, like when you let down a friend. Some of us escape the pain of regret by making the right choice. Some of us have little time for regret because we're looking forward to the future. Sometimes we have to fight to come to terms with the past, and sometimes we bury our regret by promising to change your own ways. But, our biggest regrets are not for the things we did - but, for the things we didn't do. Things we didn't say that could've saved someone that we care about. Especially when we can see the dark storm that's headed their way.

    And I think that I cried for days, but now that seems light years away. And I'm never going back to who I was.

         The important thing is for you to believe in something, because I promise you that that belief will keep you warm at night, and I want you to feel safe always. And then, there's love. I want you to 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. Don't be afraid. And remember, to love is to live.

    I've written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones. If you don't love me, let me go.

         I miss your smile, but I miss mine even more.

    I have so many things I want to tell you, but I need to keep reminding myself that it’s not the same anymore. That it’s not right for me to want you to be here for me 24/7 like last time. That I cannot keep burdening you with all my problems even though you’re still as nice to listen to my rants and comfort me. That basically we are not who we were back then. We’re not even we now. It’s just you and I. And I need to learn how to let you go, to live your own life and stop thinking of you.

        If I knew then what I know now, things would be different. But what can I say; it happens like this most of the time for me.

    I have a total crush on you, baby. And I can’t let it go, oh no.

        I’m not always as confident as I seem. There are many nights and many days when all I want is to be held. I love being held. Always. Sometimes I don’t want to talk about what is bothering me. Sometimes I just want a hug. Someone who will let me cry. I like when boys cry in front of me - when people aren’t afraid to show what they’re really feeling. I don’t like when people run from their true feelings because it doesn’t do anyone any good. I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I am not naive. I know what it feels like to be completely broken and I am all too familiar with what it means to be hurt. I know what it’s like to see something funny and not laugh. I’ve been taken advantage of, used, and abused. My feelings have been blatantly disregarded. But I still believe that all people are good at heart. And my trust in people has not diminished. To be completely honest, I hope it never does. Ever.

    It goes away, that feeling. That feeling that you have right now, today. That feeling like you can do anything. That clarity, it goes away. And you go right back to being the coward who can't tell the person you love how you feel.

        I try and tell myself it'll be all right. I just shouldn't think anymore tonight.

    I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of Chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

         You're still in my head, but that doesn't make you here. And I've lost all my friends, but you're the one I miss the most.

    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 people’s lives have we been in. Were we a 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.

       Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself; you have to know that you are a good person and a good friend. What is meant to be will end up good, if what is not won't. Relationships are worth fighting for, but sometimes you can't be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don't, you must move on, and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when they come around and don't lose something real. Always fight, until you can't anymore, and then be fought for.

    She's just the way she is, but no one's told her that's okay.

         If you’re feeling frightened about what comes next, don’t be. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness, don’t waste time with regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; because you’ll never get another one quite like it. And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart… where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again.

    Strange. But even when you know it has to end, when it finally does, you always get that inevitable twinge… Have I done the right thing?

         Things I’ve felt but I’ve never said. You said things that I never said. So I’ll say something that I should have said long ago… You don’t know me. You don’t know me at all.

    Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.

         Begin to look around, see things in your world and right now, you’ll find beauty in the strangest places; in backwards glances and passing faces, in familiar landscapes you’ve seen all your life, in the peace of the quiet, and the sky of the blue.

    This is not for your eyes to see, so won’t you please stop staring at me. I think you better find a way out of here, because I don’t think you’ll like what I’ve become.

    There are some hurts that you never completely get over. And you think time will diminish their presence and to a degree, it does. But it still hurts, because, well… hurt hurts.

    What happened to us, you know? I don’t know who I am anymore. Or how I got here. I miss who I used to be. I want to have a home again, you know? And real friends. You know the kind of friendships we used to believe in. I miss that. And I miss you. I guess I just miss all of it.

         I can't remember the last thing you said as you were leaving. Now the days go by so fast.

    There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.

         The way you make me feel is like, smelling fresh cut grass or being in the back of a convertible under the stars. Or returning home from a long trip or just driving with no destination in the summer. It's like the feeling you get when you get an ‘A’ on your report card and your parents tell you how proud they are. Or when you hear your family laugh together or the whooshing of a tunnel when you drive with the windows down. It's like when you’re outside on a hot summer day and you have a cold glass of water or when you talk to an old friend after a month or two, yet the two of you are still as close as ever. It's like the feeling you get when you hear your favorite childhood song on the radio for the first time in years, you turn it up and feel so alive. Or laying in bed watching a snow storm, knowing you don’t have to get up for hours and get just lay in the warmth of your comforters for hours. Its the way your stomach flip flops during your first true kiss, or how your body feels when you take off in an air plane for the first time. Or when you drive around in the front seat of car who belongs to the boy you like, and even though you should feel scared beyond control because he's driving so fast and stupid, yet you feel so safe and alive. Yeah, that feeling. The way you make me feel, feels good to me.

    I think people get into relationships for the wrong reasons. I think that people look to their partners to make themselves complete. They lean on people too much. They drain their partners of their energy. The only kind of relationships that work, and work forever, are the kind between two complete independent people.

         I won't try to philosophize; I'll just take a deep breath then I'll look in your eyes. This is how I feel, and it's so surreal.

    My heart is on my sleeve and that’s where it’ll stay until the day you’re brave enough to walk my way and tell me the things you were too stubborn to say.

         She loves her momma’s lemonade. Hates the sound that goodbyes make. She prays one day she’ll find someone to need her. She swears that there’s no difference between the lies and compliments - it’s all the same if everybody leaves her. And every magazine tells her she's not good enough. The pictures that she sees make her cry. And she would change everything, everything… just ask her. Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster. She just needs someone to take her home

         I remember what you wore on the first day you came into my life, and I thought - hey, you know, this could be something. Because everything you do, and words you say; you know that it all takes my breath away. And now I'm left with nothing.

         Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

    Tell her how you admire her. Always tell her you love her at all times. When she’s upset hold her tight. Pick her over all the other girls you hang out with. Play with her hair. Pick her up tickle her and wrestle with her. Just talk to her. Tell her jokes. Bring her flowers just because. Hold her hand. Throw pebbles at her window at night. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Sing to her no matter how awful you sound. Get her mad at you. Then kiss her. Give her piggy back rides. Push her on swings. Tell her she looks beautiful. When she’s sad stay on the phone with her, even if she’s not saying anything. Look into her eyes and smile. Kiss her on her forehead. Slow dance with her even if there’s no music. Kiss her in the rain. And when you fall in love with her… tell her.

         At the end of the day, you either focus on what's tearing you apart, or what's holding you together.

    The worst deception: A guy can make you think he loves you, but he really doesn't. And a girl can make you think she doesn't love you, when she really does.

         When I say... "I am a Christian", I'm not shouting "I'm clean living." I'm whispering "I was lost, now I'm found." When I Say... "I am a Christian", I don't speak of this with pride. I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide. When I say... "I am a Christian", I'm not trying to be strong. I'm professing that I'm weak and need his strength to carry on. When I say... "I am a Christian", I'm not bragging of success. I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess. When I say... "I am a Christian", I'm not claiming to be perfect, my flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it. When I say... "I am a Christian", I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches so I call upon his name. When I say... "I am a Christian", I am not holier than thou, and I’m just a simple sinner who received God's good grace, somehow.

    Butterflies never felt so good.

      (kiss her)

    The Sun Is about to Set, And You’re Still on My Mind. That Could Be The Cheesiest Line. But What You Should Know That This Is True, I’m Probably Going to Fall for You.

         Got to keep my distance; that boy's off limits.

    He kissed my forehead softer than ever before, held me tighter and pulled me closer. All the while he thought i was asleep… And for the first time, I was certain I was in love.

         I would give anything to be with you again.

    You make me happier than a bird with a French fry.

         I miss you and i know you are completely over me.

    I finally got my wish, I got you. All I've done today is smile. I love you. My wish upon all those stars... you.

         I’m re-reading our old conversations and texts. And though my dreams are better than being awake, I’d rather stay up and think about you, all the things we went through. And I guess this is just my way of saying I miss you.

    Because you’re the kind of boy who would laugh at me when I fall, but help me up and say, "its okay, I still love you"

         I'll forget the past && I won't worry about the future; I've decided to just live the moment with you.

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