I like him so much thatt it hurts to see him hurt me...not because it's me, but because he's not the person I thought he was.

I poured out my heart to you...it evaporated.

Our conversations consist of hello and good-bye, and the silence in between saying I love you.

I live on a little planet called reality, where things like that don't happen.

Everyday I miss the you I used to know...before you let me down, before I let you go.

If I had to explain it, I wouldn't know where to start. It's like you fall in love while I fall apart.

I'm beautiful, right? I mean, in every one else's eyes I am. But I'll never be beautiful in his eyes, and that kills me.

I don't know if I'm getting over you, or just getting used to the pain.

There are only two kinds of love stories in this world---boy loses girl, or girl loses boy.

When you look into her eyes, when you tell her you love her, does it send a shiver up your body that makes you think of me?