You love someone because you hate yourself.

When you walked away, I followed. When you were out of reach, I reached further. But no matter how much I followed, or how far I reached, I couldn't touch you...

When you lose someone's love, you're going to have to look very hard to find it again.

Love is not one soul finding another. It is about one half trying to find the other.

I can hide my pain, but I can't hide my love for you.

You and my heart died in my arms.

If love was that easy, than how can a broken heart be so hard?

Don't lose hope when you lose love, because that will be the last thing you'll do.

When your arms went around me, my world fell apart, because I knew you would let go.

When you went to the other side, I wept, because I couldn't follow.