That's why they call them dreams...because they'll never be reality.

Why does she love the one that would die before loving her, and not the one that would die for her love?

I've finally realized that being truly happy was not part of my destiny.

We'll just walk away and pretend this never happened.

So I just had to know...why do you keep hurting me like this?

And everytime I say good-bye, I die a little more inside.

It's one of those days where the weather seems to be reading your heart, because inside you can never seem to stay sunny for long. There's always clouds overhead, and the rain comes about as easily as the tears.

Love hurts...and sometimes that's what's so great about it.

If you don't like being hurt, then please, don't stay.

What's the point in loving you? You'll never love me back.