If there was one thing I could change about him, it would be the way he looks at me, because then maybe he would see that I'm worth it.

I'm not so sure that real exists anymore.

Let's watch a scary movie with popcorn on our laps, and I'll scream extra loud just so you'll hold my hand.

He's like a car crash....you don't want to look, but you jst keep staring.

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.

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

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

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.

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