Being over everything doesn't mean that you can f o r g e t and that the memories are gone. It doesn't mean that your exsistence didn't change me and your disappearance didn't [destroy] me.

So I guess you were just one of those people
who were supposed to walk into my life, teach me a lesson, then walk out. . .

Because your beautiful and you just don't know it. Because your smart and you don't believe it. Your the kind of girl that guys don't get over. & your the kinda girl that other get compared too.

She takes the old notes and throws them away. She look at the old IM conversations 1 last time and then clicks the delete button. She takes 1 last look at the pictures and rips them in half. She takes 1 look back at the memories that can't last.

She didn't know how much she cared until she realized that he didn't care at all. . .

We cherish memories so much
because they're the only things
in life that never change.

Sometimes all you can do is not think. Not wonder. Not obsess. Not imagine. Just breathe. Everything works out in the end. And the more you worry about it, the longer it's going to take for things to end perfectly. Just the way they should.

Let's light up the town and scream out loud. I can see in your eyes, your ready to break... no, don't look away.

Maybe my heart didn't really skip a beat. & maybe the twinkle in your eye was just the sun reflecting weird. & maybe that feeling in my stomach was just not having enough breakfast. & maybe I just though I like you as much as I did.

I've gone through 8 boxes of tissue. Seven hours of music. Six pints of ice-cream. Five seconds of a slight smile. Four minutes of reading. Three full movies. Two best friends staying by my side. And it's only been 1 day.