He wasn't my boyfriend, but I miss his hugs, his smiles, his advice, his love, his kindness, the times we cried together, and the times we laughed together. I guess I fell in love with our friendship.

Promise me she isn't your whole world.

The hardest part about breaking up is the next day opening your notebook only to see "I LOVE HIM" scribbled all over. </3

She's just a stupid little girl with her hopes too high & feelings much too strong especially for a boy like him.

I'm a tear.
I've been here before.
I know her perfumed fingers.
I know the cold cold floor.
Every time you leave her;
Every time you don't call..
When she can't help herself,
It's my job to fall.

&& it's too early for her to say goodbye,
it hurts to know that summer has
to end & so does it's romance.