I love you so much. You are the sun in my sky; without you, my life would be lived in darkness. Thank you for brightening up my life.

I used to be independent
But then you came around
And I couldn't help but depend on you
Now you're gone
And I'm neither dependent or independent
I've forgotten how to be my own person
-From one of my poems

And as he left me that day, he said "If the phone doesn't ring, it's me."

An anonymous person once wrote: "Write a wise saying and your name will live forever." That's kind of ironic because they didn't even give credit to themselves for writing it.

You're the only person whom I've loved this much in my whole life.

How could this happen?
How could this be?
How could my love be taken from me?

My bf wrote this to me today for our anniversary: "When I hold you in my arms, my problems go away. Can I hold you in my arms forever?"

"You know what love is? Love is when a guy cries just thinking about loosing her."
-My bf said that to me after crying because of an argument we'd had.

In the depths of my depression, only you could bring me out. And now you're gone, never to bring me out again, dooming me to the depths of hell.

From one of my poems:
"You have a sign on your bedroom door that says 'Someone who cares- 3 miles'
and it points to the right. Well, it should point to the person right in front of you. Me. I care about you."