“If it isn’t Happy Ending yet, keep writing.”

I didn’t ask because I was afraid of the answer.

Heartbroken over a love that didn’t even exist.

And then there are songs I cannot listen to, without hearing you.

How sad to miss someone, who you know doesn’t miss you.

But I fell in love with an impossibility.

Two soulmates who didn’t find each other.

Was I too soft, or was the world too hard?

A story of modern love- two people neither wanting to text first.

Deep down you always knew.

Despite everything I’m glad we met.

You were my dream and the problem with dreams is that you always wake up.

I looked at you and felt the stars go out in my heart.

Find the one you can talk to, when you can’t talk to anybody else.

Your eyes stole all my words away.

Half the world is carrying a broken heart, half the world is dreaming of being put together again.

Maybe one day we will travel the world together.

Beginnings are usually scary, and endings are usually sad, but its everything in between that makes it all worth living.

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends.

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

In the end, it is the person you become, not the things you have achieved, that is the most important.

Ugliness is better than beauty. It lasts longer and in the end, gravity will get us all.

The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.

It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.