Other guys never cross my mind. I don't wonder what it might be like. How could it be, any better then it is with you?

You say you have to do it. That you have to know. But what if you ask him who he loves and he doesn't say your name?

I knew you didn't love me. I knew it from the start. So why does it hurt so much, now that you've said it?

If there ever was a perfect night, this just might be the one. If I'm anxious and a little uptight, it's because I wanna ask you this right. If I never stop loving you, will you never start wanting me to?

I ask myself, "Why do you put yourself through this?" Then you walk past. I smile, wipe away a tear as I whisper, "That's my reason."

I miss the how you made me laugh and giggle, How you always made me feel warm inside, Our late night phone conversations and your love notes, But most of all, I miss the way you use to hold me when I cried.

Love is when your heart skips a beat whenever someone speaks his name, you think of the last kissed you shared and when the phone rings and you think it could be him

The only man that deserves you is the man that thinks he doesn't!

Love is when you ask him what he did last night and he says, "I dreamed about you"

I regret every word that I said to ever make him feel like he was something special.