Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.
Not every relationship is meant to last. Some are there to create an impact on your life. Relationships that last three months are just as important as ones that last a lifetime.
Mountains in the distance remind me of you.
How can you be afraid to live yet scared to die?
I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.
And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.
All of your fears and thoughts were mine, you were so scared but it was beyond divine.
The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.
I believe we were right for each other, but not in that moment, which perhaps hindered any possibility of a future.
I gave him my heart without thinking how it would feel if he returned it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words were always the hardest.
I loved him to death. Then I came to realization with how arrogant he was and instead of falling out of love, I fell harder. Every passing day I fell a little harder, a little faster, and a little sad...
Loving him made me never want to love another human being.
It was love. It was lust. It was just between us. The passion, the desire, the fire. The way we held on in so little time and his eyes when he saw me for the first time.
I loved you with different words than you knew and that seemed to scare you.
How you react to a situation says more about you than you know.
You were a rhyme who mattered, a being who slipped all too often.
I see you in every passing moment.
Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.