I hate how people look at you like your dirty when you hold hands; you can't help who you fall in love with.

Sitting by the phone all night with anticipation, because you promised you'd call.

I'm sorry, but we can't talk anymore. The very thought of you tears apart my insides and makes it less bearable to breathe.

Do you ever get this feeling in the pit of your stomach, rising to your chest, that's almost painful, but it's really more of an ache?

You know, I loved to hate you. If only for one day, because still loving you the way I do, makes things even worse.

There's an aching need running through my body, and it's taking everything in me not to beg you to take me back.

I thought that if I lost my eyesight I'd be okay, because it wouldn't hurt to see you every day, but then I realised it'd hurt me to smell you and hear you more, because I couldn't see you.

Oh how I pray, wish, hope we'd have more time with each other, that you weren't leaving me behind.

You have me on the highest cloud ever, and I trust you completely. Please, don't give me reason not to.

People fall in love at all ages. But are discouraged when the truth comes out, because they're simply 'too young'.