His hugs were warm like tea in the morning; his kisses were calm and sweet like the honey added to it; his words were peaceful like steam from the cup; and i'm like the handle...attached

My dream is to hear rocks hitting my window and see you standing in the rain.

This is the 'can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence world series' kind of love.

I can tell you missed my by the way you run your fingers through my hair as we dance under the stars on this warm summer night.

Love is: when you miss him even before he's gone, when you could listen to him talk forever and never get tired of hearing to his voice, when the sound of his name sends chills down your spine and when you see his smile as soon as you close your eyes.

Life is too short so, kiss slowly, laught insanely, love truly, and forgive quickly.

Say "I love you" only when it is completely and uterly obvious, and doesn't need to be said.

When everything goes wrong, and I'm struggling to keep the tears back, all i want to do is run to you and be swept up in your arms.

She looks into the mirror as she wipes away her running mascara and whispers, "I'm so stupid."

Why does every sad song remind me of our relationship?