“I loved you even when it hurt.”

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun- too close, too much.

All the poetry in the world could not put us together again.

The worst goodbye is the one you never thought you’d have to say.

How sad, to face a future without the one you planned it with.

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

We’ll go slow, together,

I wish it had meant as little to me, as it did to you.

And life went on. It was not the same, but it went on.

Who you want and who you need and sometimes two different people.

We were almost fine, almost together.

Of all the lies I have ever lived, my favorite was You and I.

Almost. Maybe. Perhaps. Nearly. So close- A collection of the saddest words.

And nobody is winning the war inside me.

Some people can be in your memories but not in your life.

Our love was of the autumn- heady, golden and pure. But limited, always doomed to expire.

The more you care, the more it hurts.

If someone really wants to hurt you, they’ll find a way whatever. I don’t want to live my life worrying about it.

Missing you is the cruelest thing I could do to my heart, and maybe that’s why I do it: its easier to hurt myself than love myself.

She does not play with fire anymore, Her soul got burnt and hurt many times.

Still, I wrote. Even when the police where coming. Even when my whole body hurt, and the slightest sound would make me quake.

Snow relies on branches much like I rely on love but snow knows how to let go and I know how much it hurts.

There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.

This is the residue of sin on planet earth. Things are broken. People are hurting. The night is here. Darkness is upon us. Yet shining in the night is a Savior, and He has come to shine on you.

Let’s never try to get even with our enemies, because if we do we will hurt ourselves far more than we hurt them. Let’s do as General Eisenhower does: let’s never waste a minute thinking about people we don’t like.