I just want to talk to you but I know, that I cant, that i wont, that ill never be able to, I dont have the strength anymore, I just want all this to end, to go back to the way we were before I loved you, before I realised it was too late, before I....

At what point did I begin to love you? At what point did you steal my heart? How did this happen? And where do we go from here? Your not talking to me anymore... and I... Just cant stop thinking about you but.... I guess this is the begining of an end.

Its the strangest thing, when I talked to you, I never knew what we couldve been, now I see what I should've done, and I hate myself for being the fool I am and always will be.

I know its wrong but ill keep these regrets close till i learn something no matter how long it takes for me to realise that ill never be okay again

The Magic Of Life Can Often Be Found In That Loaf Of Bread Thats Been In The Kitchen For Months And Months

We Make Do With What We Have And Who We're With Because Sometimes Its All We've Got.

A later day, a sooner night, somewhere in the middle they lost it all in the twilight.