“I suffer in the “almost” of things. Almost there, almost right, almost yours.”

What you’re trying to control is already controlling you.

When did our love become a war we had to fight to keep?

I wonder how often the world reminds you of me, because it won’t let me forget you.

When you have all this love to give but you’re not the one they want to be loved by.

The more I spoke of it, the faster it slipped away from me.

Love me hard or leave me, quickly.

A kiss in a dream, so vivid, it is mistaken for a memory.

If people are their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets, I’m convinced that no one really knows anybody.

I love you, selflessly. From afar, through tears, and in my loneliness.

They might even love you back but that doesn’t mean that you’re meant to be together.

If I wasn’t worthy of explanation, you aren’t worth being remembered.

I have touched you in dreams, wishing to kiss you on the other side of it.

Note to self: stop being so soft, remember what he did and move along.

His laugh sounds an awful lot like my happiness.

Drank about you last night, hungover you this morning.

I’m a romantic and that’s the tragedy.

Every time you left, shit was never right.

We love people who can break our heart easily.

You never know how much you love somebody until they’re gone.

Boys will break your heart. Real men will pick up the pieces.

I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.

Pain makes you stronger. Fear makes you braver. Heartbreak makes you wiser.

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it.

Don’t settle for a relationship that won’t let you be yourself.