“They say diamonds are made under pressure, but what if I made of glass? and what if I’ll break?”

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.

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

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

And I wonder if I will ever find a place where I belong or if I am destined to wander.

This remains a love story. I just replaced your name with my own.

I met you the way a fast car meets a tree. The slightest slip sent me careening into you. Half-conscious I remained at the scene, bones broken, blood spilled, fire burning.

I didn’t look to many for love I only ever wanted yours.

When I am broken you don’t try to fix me. You listen. You are there. Thankyou.

Light is much more than the absence of darkness. And you, my love, are much more than the absence of him.

The death penalty? Give me a break. It’s easy. Abortion? Absolutely easy. Nobody ever thought the constitution prevented restrictions on abortion. Homosexual sodomy? Come on. For 200 years, it was criminal in every state.

It breaks you before it makes you.

I felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn’t a messy, dirty rip like I’d expected, but a smooth, clean line that knew just where to break to hurt me the most.

It didn’t kill me when you left still, something within me died.