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Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Girl, you were looking at him a little too long for me to be your friend.
And boy, you were looking at her a little too short for me to be yours.
And I've been really too nice, I know. You probably thought that we were
just a show. But you better listen up, you better listen close, I don't think so.

You're living proof that money can't buy class.

What if you're the best thing about me?*



The real glory is being knocked to your knees and then coming back.
That's real glory. That's the essense of it.

They say kissing is the language of love.
Care to indulge in a little conversation?

I love him for his intelligence, sensitivity, and his courage.
I love him wholly and unconditionally without reservation.
I love him enough to take chances. I love him enough to
sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own
happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.*



See you're not what I expected,
but you're the only one who knows how to handle me.*

"For you, a thousand times over."
- The Kite Runner.

I know he’s not someone I can define. He’s not someone I can alter
or make mine. He’s someone who was born unique and beautiful. He’s
a part of this world and just cause he ran away from me, from us. It
doesn’t mean that everything’s over. It just doesn’t, I mean I know
underneath it all he still cares. I know by how he acts that this isn’t
goodbye forever, I know there’s more, so I’ll let him run, why? Cause
I love him, cause he’s someone that I can respect. He’s someone that
holds my heart, that’s why.*



Nothing was perfect but everything was real.

They said I deserve the best,
but if the best isn't you, I don't want it.

"I want him. I don't even think he's perfect anymore
and I still want him." - Wicked.



"We should get jerseys cause we make a good team. But yours would
look better than mine, cause you're outta my league. And I know that it's
so cliche to tell you that everyday I spend with you is the new best day
of my life. Everyone watching us just turns away with disgust.
It's jealously, they can see that we've got it going on."
- Must Have Done Something Right; Relient K.

When your love lets you go, you only want love more.
Even when love wasn't what you were looking for.

When you run out of whores, don't expect me to be there.


Tuesday, December 01, 2009

No person has the right to condemn you on how you repair
your heart because no one knows how much you're hurting.*

I want to be the girl in the pictures on his dresser. I want mine to be the
window he wishes he could throw rocks at. I want my fingers to be the ones
he dreams about lacing his through. I want to be free of wanting this, but
only if it means I don't have to want it anymore, because you're mine.

You just don't get it do you? I'm not the girl you used to know.*



Don't ever break for someone who would never bend for you.

I'm tired of all this "Let's play with her emotions" bullshit. Either you
love me, or you don't. So make up your mind because I'm not going
to wait while you take your sweet time

And the sad part is, that no matter what goes on this year, when you
come running back to me again you know I'll be here.*



He said, "I'll love you forever." And she smiled and said,
"Just warn me when forever starts to end."

I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you.. How good you look when you
smile. How much I love your laugh. I day-dream about you every second of every
class. Replaying pieces of our conversation; Laughing at funny things that you said
or did.. I've memorized your face and the way that you look at me.. I catch myself
smiling again at what I imagine.. I wonder what will happen the next time we are
together & even though nothing will come out of this, I know one thing for sure, for
once.. I don't care, I cherish every moment I have with you.**

I want to meet Cinderella and ask her how she got her
prince without the need to having flash her boobs.



I want to be remembered. I want to be thought of as that one girl who never
let anyone get in her way. I want to be needed, I want to be cried over, waited
on, wished for. I want to be strong, I want to be beautiful. I want to feel special.
And I want to be with someone who can do all these things for me,
from now until never.*

Have you ever heard a song from so long ago with so many memories tied to it
that it made you cry? And didn't you wish that you could go back in time when
everything was simpler and carefree? Those are the songs that are the soundtracks
of our lives. The ones that bring back our childhood, best friends, first love, first
broken heart, and the memories.

Do you remember what fearless feels like?



It's still there you know? I can be totally happy and still have that part of
my mind wondering how much better it would be if you were here. I don't
think that's really going to change ever.*

I'm right here waiting but don't take too long to realize it, okay?

Never let anyone fall for you when you know theres someone else in your heart and mind.



Don't settle for anything less than someone who loves you. Don't love when you're
lonely, love when you're ready. Don't think that it happens all the time, either. Holding
hands while walking down a high school hallway isn't love. Real love is hard to come by,
but it comes. Maybe not for a while, but it shows up at some point. All of us are loved,
but sometimes that person you want isn't in your life yet. Don't worry. They will be.
Stop waiting for it.

The bravest that I've ever been was when I ran away from you.

To need someone more than you want is insecurity.
To want someone more than you need them is lust.
Love is when you need and want someone in your life in equal amounts.



I wish everyone didn't have such high expectations of me
because it's bad enough I let myself down, I don't need to
let everyone else down, too.

I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say. I know they don't sound
the way I planned them to be, but if you wait around a while, I'll make you fall for
me, I promise, I promise you I will. And only one thing is certain, I'm going to
make you miss me.

I wonder if you wonder.*






SORRRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG!
:(


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Some of the most interesting friendships are between
people who are attracted to each other, but can't act on it.*

When you hugged me, that was when I really started to cry. It was when
it actually hit me.. no heaves and sighs, just tears flowing down my cheeks.
Most people would have just given me a hug and let go, but you held on like
you were trying to make sense out of all of it, too. It was like you needed
the hug just as much as I did.

If I could only give you one thing in my life, I would give you the
ability to see yourself through my eyes; Only then would you realize
how special you are to me.*



You're not my type. You're not supposed to be the guy I dream about.
But for some reason, I'm not trying to pick myself back up, because even
if I'm not supposed to, there's no one else who I would rather fall for.

True love stories never have endings.

As I stand here looking at you, I wonder if there will be a day when I get
over your smile. When I let go of the hugs you gave me, a day that I continue
to feel. A day when I forget the words you said to me. Whatever happens to us,
I know I could never get over, let go of or forget about you.*


Sunday, September 20, 2009

I really enjoy spending time with you, even if we're just going to be sitting
around and talking about nothing. There are a million things I love about you,
like your nose or the way you smile, the way you look me in the eye too. And
I just get the greatest feeling when I make you laugh, I feel as if my company
makes you happy, and that's what I wish for you. For you to be happy. And
when I see you laugh at my clumsy ways, I just makes me want to spend the
rest of my life with you so I can see a smile on your face. *

And I hate all those books that tell you how you can tell if that boy is into you,
or how to make him fall in love with you, because really how do they know?
Everyone is different and in some situations, they may be completely wrong
and therefore crush some poor girl's dream of him loving her.

Why are all boys like this? One second they're your best friend.
Then, as soon as they like you, they're super sweet. Then you
date them, and they turn into another asshole.



If you asked about him, I would tell you I find comfort in him,
he likes to be right, his smiles tempt me, he knows he's a tease,
and his brown eyes.. well I'd say they're to die for.*

Take me for who I am, not who I've been.

You're probably thinking I've forgotten all about you by now, but that's far from it.
I have missed you every waking day and my heart still hurts, but I'm getting better.
I continue to smile and still go on without you. I know I have missed you, but I have
kept it all inside of me, only for me to know. I still wonder about your doings, how
you are, what you're doing, what we used to talk about, to the laugh in your voice.
Just, everything. I miss it all. However, I feel that the parting of us was for the best,
because everything happens for a reason. Should destiny put us into a crossing road
in the future, that is when I will see you again. Until then, remember this; No matter
what, even through the screaming fights, the disagreements, mistakes and the tears
we've cried. Never, ever, did I give up on you. So if you ever need a helping hand,
do not hesitate to ask. I may be far away, but I will always be in reach.


Sunday, September 06, 2009

I spend 23 hours a day wondering whether we’re wrong for each other,
wondering whether we’ve got the energy that we need to get through
everything that we seem to get into, whether the baggage we both bring
would sink a small ship. But in the 24th hour, I realize I’ve been thinking
about her for 23 hours and I come back to there’s something about her,
I can’t stay away from. Something about her, that makes me want to love her. *

I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don’t want everything to
add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone
to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat
and madness and I want Valentines and Cupids and all the rest of that crap.
I want it all.

I will show you love like you've never loved before.
I will go the distance and back for more,
if you just say the word.*



Try and expect nothing, but be open for anything.
Don't look for happiness, but don't settle for anything less.*

Sometimes the only thing that people see is what you did.
When in fact, they should be looking at why you did it.

I've gone through seasons waiting for you with nothing changing but the weather.*



You always seem to give me another try. I never quite understood
why. Maybe I mean more than you tell me or maybe this is how
fate's supposed to be.

That's why it's called faith: you don't have to trust it, you just have to believe.*

"Lately, I've realized that all I really need is somebody who will
listen to my bullshit, call me out on my bullshit,
and love me despite my bullshit."*




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