“I was tired of begging people to stay when they wanted to leave.”

You made me feel like I’m too little and too much all at once.

I was so used to people leaving me, I never considered the possibility you could stay.

I wonder if you were the poison or the antidote.

Trust me, I’ve tried. It is impossible to forget a soul that once kissed your heart.

Please stay, I’d like to waste a little more time on you.

Don’t worry. You didn’t break me. I was already broken when we met.

The difference between yesterday and today is, today I know I don’t need you to survive.

He was my armor and I was his sword.

I love summer and sunny days but there’s a certain magic in rain. There’s a promise of new beginnings and growth that comes with rain.

I smile – even on my darkest days for you once said it melts your heart.

You ask what I’ve been doing all this time as if surviving wasn’t much of an effort.

When I stopped believing in love, the universe sent you to remind me that love, true love, does exist, even for me.

There are many reasons why we don’t tell people the truth. Maybe we’re not brave enough. Maybe we’re afraid to lose someone by telling the truth. Maybe all we want for the person we love is to be happy – with or without us.

My soul speaks a language, only you can understand.

I’ve loved you from the very first moment. But I still have to figure out how to love myself.

He didn’t like drama and I was fucking Shakespeare.

I beg of God that ye will be bringers of joy, even as are the angels in Heaven.

I’ve learned to stop begging for love. At the wrong door.

I don’t want to beg or promise you things I can’t give you. There isn’t much of me to give, but what I have is yours. This is all up to you, Sadie. If you want me, I’m yours. If you can’t do this, then I’ll walk away and leave you alone. I swear.

We can’t fight and beg from those we fight at the same time.

How long will you keep pounding on an open door Begging for someone to open it?

You knew that what is given or granted can be taken away, that what is begged can be refused; but that what is earned is kept.

Would you want to breathe if you were to ask for oxygen? Would you want to drink if you were to beg for a glass of water? would you want to eat if you were to pray for a plate of food? Well, I wouldn’t.

My words are written like prayers begging to be answered by you.