Quotes

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    Just let the words flow out from your fingertips...think of it as an extension of your self.  I stand up and push back my hair, astonished how I could not think of anything.

  Put the pen down on the paper and write.  Just write what you're feeling. But even as I tell myself this, I know I won't be able to do it.  I can't write about you. Not again. I open the window and the sunset fills the room with a yellowish orange light and I think of how you would look in this light... Perfect.  And as I allow myself to think that one simple thought, millions of others come flooding in.

  How your face looked so hopeful when I told you I loved you back. How your eyes lit up like the moon after we kissed for the first time. How your laugh could not have sounded better if it was a symphony played by the best musician in the world, because you were music and music was my life.

Stop now, while you can, you'll only hurt yourself in the end. I remember thinking that thought, this lifeless little thought when I thought you cheated on me. I'd take every worthless thing I had to say back if I could, but you always told me I can't change the past and for once I wish you were wrong. How could I have known how much you loved me? If I had paid better attention to you instead of thinking this relationship was a fling would you still be here?

"I don't know if I really love you". I remember the shock registering on your face, then recognition. Then tears stained your beautiful face as if id slapped you with my words. At the time, I didn't know how damaging they could be. I found out how much it hurt when you told me weeks later that you didn't love me anyone.

How could a person just change like that? I had asked myself. Then I remembered I had done exact same thing thing to you before we broke up. Oh, I was so wrong. So terribly wrong to say that. I did love you. I was just too afraid that you would break my heart, because I had always been told that boys break your heart.  I had always been told to be careful. Why had I listened to them?

  I broke. I shattered. I was ripped apart. And the worst part is I still love you. I never stopped. I remember hearing silence on the other end of the phone. You were too innocent, too good to want to be with me and have the chance of being broken by my daggers in the form of words. When you hung up after you said goodbye for the last time.

  I realized it wasn't you who broke my heart. You never could've broken my heart, you were to pure. I broke my own heart.