Sometimes you meet somebody and you know that whatever you did before, it must have been right. Nothing could've been too bad or gone too far wrong because it led you to this person. You're that person.
A lot of people hate you right now, sorry to break it to you, and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm sure there are a fair few people you dislike too, or maybe you just don't talk to them because they irritate you. If you got to know them and realised that you have little in common then by all means continue on down your little road, but don't judge them on the first encounter; a person can have so much more going on that you can even begin to comprehend.
She finally realized that he wasn't right for her. She apologized to all the people she gave up for the guy she thought would do anything for her. She took back her dignity and pride and walked away with nothing. She was blinded by love.
I wish you would just show up on my doorstep. Not with anything special, just you. And when I’d open the door you’d smile and while I’m trying to figure out what the hell you’re doing here you’d tell me how hard the past months have been, how much you’ve thought about me, how much you regretted everything. And then you’d take me into your arms and ask me to forgive you and I would without hesitation. Then you'd grab my face and kiss me the way you used to and everything would be perfect again.
I've decided we should all get a "do-over" in life. Just one chance to change one minute of time in the past. If the series of events of our lives continually hinge on one another, each decision or action being a new turn in an infinite maze of possibilities but with no rewind, then I think we should all get a do-over.
He's the reason I'm messed up, the reason I can't get myself into another relationship. No matter how hard I try, no matter how bad I want to, I'm scared. I'm not scared of getting hurt, I'm scared of hurting someone else. Because I could never love anyone, the way I loved him.
Cause in the end you’re just a typical guy dragging a girl along cause you’re not really sure what you want.
Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It means nothing. What you feel only matters to you. It's what you do to the people you say you love. That's the only thing that matters. It's the only thing that counts.
Well, your eyes are puffy. Which, from experience, screams textbook crying eyes. You have your hair up, you're probably not planning on impressing any boys today. I'd say you're nursing a hell of a broken heart. And not the school girl crush kind. You're dealing with the real thing.
^i wrote that.
"They give their hearts to each other, unconditionally. And that's what true love really is. It's not this fairy-tale life that never knows pain. But it's two souls facing it together, and diminishing it, with unconditional love." - One Tree Hill