I'm either going to keep falling in love with you, or try my hardest falling out

I tell you that you can talk to me about anything, but smehow it kills me when you tell me how great she is

It ain't him I miss, it's that young girl, wide eyed, first love, one time innocence

Move fast 'cause hearts move on

And I guess she just got tired of being second best.

For passion, like crime, doesn't sit well with the sure order and organized placement of everyday life. It welcomes every loosening of the social fabric...for passion sees in such disorder, a vague hope of finding a chance for itself.

Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty, sexy, and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with.

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.