The only pain worse than having your heart broken, is breaking your own.

And I'll admit it, I loved you every time I said I didn't.

You're not my type. But I think I like that idea, because my type usually breaks my heart.

Someday I'm gonna leave it all behind and start a new page, 'cause this one is mostly filled with lies and screw ups, as if my whole lifewas a mistake...or maybe I was the mistake.

In the best possible way, you have absolutely wrecked me.

And her crushed heart cries...the one he never knew he broke.

If I was you, I'd hate me.

Let's put on a brave face and pretend it never happened.

It's not what I feel for you. It's what I don't feel for anyone but you.

Sometimes the hardest things to let go of are the things you might not even have had in the first place.