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.