People ask me all the time, "How in the world can you possiable love him?" But that's okay. I don't want them to know, because then they'd love you too.

My friends ask me all the time, what I see in you. I just laugh and say, "I don't know." But as I walk away I whisper, "Everything you don't."

My head is asking, "Who needs him?" My heart is screaming, "I DO!"

I swear I'd rip my heart out if you said you'd be impressed.

What hurts most? Thinking you should hate him? Or knowing that you never could?

I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how I feel and you still wouldn't understand. So I'll leave, without a sound, except for my hear shattering as it hits thr ground.

I called you up to tell you that I loved you, but then she picked up the phone.

You say you want to be friends. I'm cool with that. You say you want to be more then friends. I'm cool with that too. But then why, everytime I try to talk to you, you walk away, or have nothing to say?

Telling you that we're over isn't the hard part.It's knowing that I won't get to feel your soft kiss, your gentle touch, or hear you sweet voice on the phone tonight.And it's knowing I'll hurt you by saying this, that is the hardest thing to do.

Walking away isn't the hard part, it's knowing that you won't come running after me, that hurts the most.