I like that you ramble when you're nervous, and I like that I know that you ramble when you're nervous, and I like that I still make you nervous.

That guy didn't know you, because if he did, he would never have walked away from you.

You and I were meant to be. Period. The end. Cue happy ending music.

Some of us are just trying to get through the day without breaking something.

You've had a lifetime to process your feelings for me, and I can't wait the rest of mine hoping that you might throw a general glance in my direction in between your tortured teen romances.

Is it the possibility of losing him to someone else that suddenly makes him so attractive?

You exhaust way too much time and energy on a girl you call "just your friend."

It seems a little sad that I was the girl whose only purpose in life was to help you find who you're really in love with.

Heads, we'll be together. Tails, we'll flip again.

He stands there, then walks away
my god, if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you