Will I promise to be your best friend
And am I here until the end
Can I be sure I have been waiting for you
And did I say my love is true
Baby I will, I am, I can, I have, I do

Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs..
on the outside it looks like nothing's wrong,
but on the inside.. every breath hurts.

Never give up if you still want to try;
never wipe your tears if you still want to cry;
never settle for the answers if you still want to know;
& never say you don't love him if you can't let him go.

I have the kind of friends where my house would be on fire and we would be outside hitting on the firemen.

Liars don't get second chances, and secrets don't make friends. so open up, spill your guts; make sure you make an honest mess.