Oh, hello

I’m shutting my doors and putting my walls back up. I’m closing my curtains and removing the welcome mat. I’m blocking everything out again, because it’s so much easier than feeling something.

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.

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 all the time, 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.

Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.

People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places like secret road maps of their personal histories, diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar, but some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere. And though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.

I'm never letting this one go, because certain people enter our lives at the most peculiar times, for the most beautiful reasons. They seem to make such perfect impressions while leaving behind an everlasting impact. Some of the best things in life appear when you least expect them. Things you can never forget.


In my whole life, no one has ever looked at me the way that you do. No one has ever, touched my face or brushed my hair out of my eyes like you do. And maybe this is really selfish but, it’s not just you I’m going to miss. It’s the way I feel when I’m with you that I’m going to miss even more.

Two souls could not be more perfect for each other. He is everything I thought I would never be able to find in another person. He makes me laugh like I have never laughed. My smile has never been so bright. He never stops surprising me. But we are worlds apart. He is my forbidden fruit. Is the risk to give up a good thing worth the chance for something great?

There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back.

My feelings just changed. I had been waiting for you to realize you couldn't go another day without me. I had played out every excuse you could of had for putting all that time between us. Missing you had become second nature to me. And somewhere in the last year, when I never got that phone call, and you never showed up at my door, and we never ran into each other, I just stopped feeling like I needed you so much.

The terrible thing about love is that it takes away your safety net, your balancing pole. Even the tightrope you walk upon will disappear beneath you, yet love expects you to keep walking anyway, arms outstretched, one foot after the other, on nothing more than air.

To lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made less by anything. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no one else can fit. Why would I want them to?

Well it seems to me that the best relationships, the ones that last, are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And that person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.

4:32am

It's always tempting to lose yourself with someone who may be lost themselves.

You're the one I've always thought of. I don't know how, but I feel sheltered in your love. You're where I belong.
And when you're with me, if I close my eyes, there are times I swear I feel like I can fly for a moment in time.

There is a reason why someone leaves your life and doesn't ever come back,
and why someone always keeps coming back. The hardest part is accepting that.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm doing something right because when I look at him, it's there.
In everything he does to me, it's there. I don't know what it is, but I know that it is there, & it's never going to leave.

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

When I'm with you I feel like that's where I belong.
And honestly, that's the only place I want to be.

When you run from something it only stays with you longer.
when you fight something, It only makes it stronger.

An arrow can be shot only by pulling it backward. So when life is dragging you back with difficulties,
it means that it's going to launch you into something great.

Delayed

As I stand here looking at you, I wonder if there will ever be a day when I will get over your smile. When I will let go of the hugs you gave me, a day that I continue to feel. A day when I forget the words you said to me. Whatever happens to us, I know I could never get over, let go, or ever forget about you.

It's not the goodbye that hurts,
it's the flashback that follows.

Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open.
Maybe we're bent and broken, we were meant to live for so much more.
Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere, we live inside.

The worst goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained.

I wish I missed the first time that we kissed, because you broke all of your promises.

There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want superman to show up,
first there's got to be someone worth saving.

You are not boring or vain or simple or mean. You're colorful, complex,
and have a beauty that's all your own. And for the record, you are infinitely nicer than they give you credit for.

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

You went away to solve your problems and accidentally solved mine.

You can really tell a lot about a person from their taste in music. What pushes them through the hard times,
what makes them jump and dance and what makes tears come to their eyes. You just have to hear what they do.

I believe that we are who we choose to be. Nobody's going to come and save you, you've got to save yourself.

Nobody's going to give you anything. You've got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want except for you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. So don't give up on your dreams.

Our hearts combined like a neutron star collision.

Broken hearts never mend,
but fools never move on.

At Ease

You are hope, change, and things worth fighting for. This is all your story, and your story isn't over.

Being in love was like China: You knew it was there and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter because there was all the rest of the world to visit.

The elevator to succes is out of order,
you'll have to use the stairs, one step at a time.

Some things are meant to be broken,
but I won't settle for being one of them.

I'm not trying to pick myself back up, because there's no one else who I would rather fall for.

Quit cheating yourself out of the best thing that could ever happen to you. Quit cheating him out of what he's wanted for so long, and just fall. Fall hard, fall long, and fall forever.

My head is in the clouds, my heart is in the sky, my mind is in a dreamboat and you're the reason why.

Overwhelmed

I’ll surrender my world to you if that is the only way I could become a part of yours.

I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don’t want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness and I want Valentines and Cupids and all the rest of that crap. I want it all.

When I met you I thought I found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with… I was done. So all the boys and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues.. who cared? Because I was done. You left me. You chose her. I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.

I like him. But I loved you. I was so in love with you. I let you go because I had to. Because it hurt too much. I needed to be able to look at you and still see this great guy that was trustworthy and understanding. I needed to be able to look at you and see my best friend, not just another person who let me down. I moved on, yes, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten. And that doesn’t mean that I won’t be here anymore if you ever want to come back.

You know for most of my life I would have gone through this alone, but then I met you. And I finally found someone I could depend on like I've got this. So I guess I called you 'cause I wanted to know if that was still there.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

If I could go anywhere in the world, I would choose the sky. But I wouldn't stop to mingle with the birds or race the jet planes or even catch a ride on a rocket. I'd just keep going, and maybe if I flew high enough, I would melt into the sun. And I would finally burn with the type of passion I've only ever dreamed of.

I like people who have a sense of individuality.
I love expression and anything akward and imperfect,
because that's natural and that's real.

Remember

The best feeling in the world is finally knowing you took a step in the right direction, a step towards the future where everything that you never though was possible is possible.

As great as we could have been, we weren't.
And there is no point of dwelling on what could have been,
because it won't happen anymore.
You didn't waste your time, I did.

My heart isn't yours to claim,
it's mine to give away.

I never want to lose you. You don’t understand how important you are to me. You’re my best friend, my whole life. You, you’re the reason I wake up with a smile on my face, the reason why I started singing in the shower again. And I don’t just throw around words like that. I think I’m in love with you. Completely and irrationally. For me to say something like that is very rare; love doesn’t usually come this easily for me. You must be someone very rare. Don’t go, don’t leave now.

We are all somewhat damaged & in that realization we are all beautiful.

I think I've loved every person I've ever known. I think that there's something in every single individual that can compliment you, or can contrast you in the worse possible way. But after you've met someone. Someone who drives you crazy, who you can argue with, someone who's littlest habits are enough to make you swoon; you'll know it's love. Because they had something that no one else had.

She talks with a broken heart - Her voice lutes brokenly like a heart lost, musically too, like in a lost grove, it's almost too much to bear sometimes like some fantastic futuristic Jerry Southern singer in a nightclub who steps up to the mike in the spotlight in Las Vegas but doesn't even have to sing, just talk, to make men sigh and women wonder I guess...

I gave you my heart way back in August. It is now May. You still have it. You crushed it, ripped it, and stomped on it. But the only way for it to heal is if you give it back to me. Can you do that please? I'd appreciate it.

We're so different. We're hot and cold, fire and water. I'm loud, you're quiet. I talk, you listen. I'm crazy, you're sane, but that's why this works. You fill in my missing pieces and I complete you. I guess that's why, despite the questions and challenges, I still believe in us and I still believe in this. And as long as we have each other, I think we'll be alright.

I'm a wick that can't be tamed, every fiber of me is strange.

Lust

No matter what, you deserve to smile; 
don’t let anyone take that away from you.

If I could, I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells and remove whatever makes you hurt - but I am too weak to be your cure.

The only thing I've learned is that you can't move on alone. You need someone else to show you that behind all the clouds, the sun is still shining.

And when I'm over you, I'll be the happiest I've ever been. Happier than you ever made me.

Never think you're nothing. Never cry at night over not being pretty enough. Never tell yourself you'll never be good enough. Because to someone, you're everything. To someone, you're beautiful. To someone you are the world.

Tears are words straight from the heart.
They can't be explained, and sometimes they're hard to understand.
Tears are mixed emotions, tears are broken love letters.
Tears are more than just tears.

Strength isn't how much you can handle before you break; it's about how much you can handle after you break.

Don’t let a few rips in your heart keep you from loving at all.

I'm better now, but I'm still incomplete.

You didn't love me. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe I was just too good for your ego. Or maybe I made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love me. Because you don't destroy people you love.

Tell me my dreams are unrealistic, & I'll tell you yours aren't big enough.

You are my science. You make me believe in the atoms in your skin. Now I believe in the chemistry in our kiss. And now I believe in the molecules that make up love.You are my science. I am a scientist.

Yes, I was infatuated with you. I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

You make me feel so comfortable in silence. With other people, it's awkward, I have to ramble on to fill the space in between us. But with you, your eyes speak the words I need to hear, and your heart sings my favorite song. Although I can hear nothing, I feel everything I need.

You've made the air flammable. These walls are just paper. And blood is gasoline. You shouldn't have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn't want me to play with fire. I need a light.

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

I owe you nothing and you're nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.

I was addicted to saying things and having them matter to someone.

You told me it'd be okay. But you were the one crying. You told me to let go. But you were the one holding onto my shirt. Each night I put my head on my pillow. And try to tell myself I'm strong. Because I've gone another day without you.

You're a coward and a liar at best. Keep walking, kid, and choke on your regrets.

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.

My nerves have been shaking twenty-four-seven and I've stopped trying to calm them. Nothing, and I mean nothing, seems right anymore. Each day gets more dreadful and each day I wish I wasn't here just a little more than the day before. I've been back in a corner for days and no one will pull me out. Being alone really does feel as awful as it sounds. Between the arguments and the tears, I can't hear my own thoughts anymore. I have no clue of what I want, what I need, or what I should have.

Dear you,
I think it's time for you to let go of him.
He has hurt you & me too much.
Just let the memories fade. It's time to leave him behind.
I know it'll be hard, but it's for the best, trust me.
Remember, always follow me and everything will be fine.
Love always, Your Heart