I will never forget what you did to me.... but I'll never let you know that I remember.
I wonder if I will ever find someone who would be willing and want to pick up the million broken pieces of my heart.
I'd give anything to read your mind, to get into your head. Then maybe I'd find out how to get you to notice me once more, to make you want me like you used to. But then again, I guess I'd also find out how much you don't care for me, and what you really think about when you look at me.
I'd like to believe that I�d wake up one morning and not miss him anymore. I'll finally understand that when he broke my heart it was for a reason, one I just don't understand yet, but when I do I'll know that he messed up and not me.
If we weren't meant to give things another try, our paths, our thoughts, would not keep crossing and we would not keep tripping over our feelings for each other.
If you love two people, you don�t love either enough.
If you need me, tell me. If you trust me, show me. If you love me, let me know. If you want me, prove it.
I�ll have another chance; I�ll find another guy. I�ll see another day and I�ll build another world. I�ll find another life, just like you told me to, I�ll find another love, but there isn�t another you.
I'm afraid that I�ll end up alone. I�m scared that I�m always going to be the sister or the friend or the confidant, never quite somebody�s everything. I�m scared that I�ll never find a guy that I�ll love as much as I love you.
Isn�t it a nice coincidence that you and I are alive at the same time?
It's not telling you how I fell that scares me... Its what you'll say back.
I've learned that guys make the best friends. My best friend is a guy and I can tell him anything-Oh except for the fact that I'm absolutely crazy for him-I always seem to leave that part out of the conversation.
Just once I want to fall in love and not have it hurt so bad in the end.
Let your heart guide you, but listen closely when it whispers.
Look in my eyes, look in my heart. Look in my soul; it�s all torn apart.
Love, the perfect virtue, flawless by nature, is often refused to the teenager. 'We do not know what love is'. We do. Teenagers know how much they love by how deeply they hurt when the relationship was over.
Love is like tug-o-war
You feel the pain from the burn
But for some reason you cant let go
Love is not how you forget but how you forgive not how you listen but how you understand not what you see but how you feel and not how you let go but how you hold on.
Love is not understandable it's like trying to explain colors to a blind person.
Love me for what I am and not for you want me to be.