Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.
When you look in the mirror, do you look at yourself or for yourself?
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.
And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.
Sometimes love them more than you, but just make sure you love yourself too.
I see you in every passing moment.
All of your fears and thoughts were mine, you were so scared but it was beyond divine.
I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.
The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words were always the hardest.
I gave him my heart without thinking how it would feel if he returned it.
I believe we were right for each other, but not in that moment, which perhaps hindered any possibility of a future.
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.
You were a rhyme who mattered, a being who slipped all too often.
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.
Sadness brings delicacy. Happiness brings subliminal terror.