I fell in love with you, knowing there was a chance you could break my heart, but hoping with all my heart that you wouldn't. I guess my hope ran out.

I want to imagine that I'm still the one that puts a smile on your face, that I'm still the one that you dream about at night, that I'm still the one you love. At least then, I won't feel so sad.

All the guys in the world could want me, but that wouldn't make any difference because I still wouldn't have the one that I want...you.

I love you so much...why don't you want to love me, too?

If you knew how much I hurt right now because of you, would you have hurt me in the first place?

I smile when I think of the first time you reached for my hand and the way you looked at me when you did. Then, I start to cry because I know I will never have any moments like that with you again, and it hurts.

I would give anything to just feel your arms around me again, because in your arms, I have never felt so alive.

I never really believed in magic until I met you, because every moment I spent with you was so amazing, I know it had to be magic.

I was scared to fall in love with you, but I trusted my heart and I trusted you. Now, my heart is broken and I'm falling head first into the ground, because you weren't there to catch my fall.

When I think of how much you hurt me, I want to be angry with you. I know that's not possible, though, because I can't be angry with the one person that made my life worth living.