I want him, I need him, I miss him but most importantly, I love him.

This summer I made love with him. But now he refusses to talk to me. We've been friends for so long. We've got so much going for us. So why, when I allowed myself to let him know I love him, and act upon it, he refuses to look at me?

What's so great about love? I have only gotten a sample of it but I know it gives you the feeling that the world is right, that you are invincible, and that nothing could make you happier than to be with that one person all the time.

Someday he's going to see what he's been doing to me. He'll realize how much pain he's caused. One day, he'll look long enough at me to see the hurt that fills my eyes. One day he'll care like he once did. But until then....

When I'm with you, heaven is a place on Earth. Actually heaven is that space in time that I'm in your arms.

What can you do when the best thing you can hope for is to die tonight?

You've got to know what to hold 'em. Know when to fold 'em. Know when to walk away. Know when to run.

What happened to us? We had so much going for us. But you just threw it all away....

I miss what we use to have. The spark. The thrill. The passion that was indescribable. The understanding. The love. Well we still have it actually. You just don't care enough to notice.

You promised everything would be okay. That you'd love me forever. And that as long as I loved you, you'd never hurt me. Well, I still love you so why aren't you here with me? Why did you hurt me so bad?