She's got a heavy heart, a messy soul, a reckless mind, and I think it is beautiful the way she carries herself.
What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't happened yet.
I always thought that love was going to be exciting and maybe a little dangerous.But with you it's more than that. Love with you is talking for hours wrapped in a fuzzy blanket on a rainy day. Love with you is everything.
Maybe there's something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt because it matters.
I pretended not to notice when your calls became less infrequent and even when they stopped all together. I pretended I liked the way you treated me, that I didn't mind how secretive you were about you and I. I pretended I was happy for you when you fell for her instead. I pretended like it didn't hurt when we ended and that I hardly noticed your absence. But I've since learned I need to be honest with myself, and truth is you broke me but I can't help but miss you.
Sometimes I poison my mind with memories of you.
I gave up on you. Not because I don't care anymore, but because I realized that you don't.
The saddest thing ever is when you both loved each other, and then one day, one fell out of love and left the other still in love.
Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down. You deserve to be happy, you deserve to live a life you are excited about. Don't let others make you forget that.
Don't you get it?I choose you, over anyone else. I always fucking choose you. Always!!! Come back.
