Isn't it funny when you look back and realize all the wierd things you do that he thought was cute? Like how much you hated it how when ever you ate cheerios you'd be burping cheerio flavor for hours... seriously, how'd he think that was cute?

I suppose what it comes down to is that if I want to believe in fate I have to accept that I'm meant to love him more than life itself but also that I was meant to lose him even though he loved me just as much...

Funny isn't it? How its always the guys that say they'll wait for you that dissappear? But the ones that never say it out loud are the ones standing there still waiting?

There comes a point when thinking about how he's happier now isn't comforting anymore

I have to admit its pretty cool how no matter how dark, loud and crowded a room is i can still spot you and hear you whisper my name

I asked you if we could start from stratch, pretend we'd never met, to try our friendship again... You agreed, what do we do now?

I wonder, perhaps if I told you i loved you everyday maybe one day when you said it back you'd mean it

I guess the worst kind of love someone can give you isn't the kind that seems and is fake but the kind that you know is fake even though it feels as real as the arms holding you...

When my bff&i do boy talk she says how sweet hers is.What do i have to say?He loves me enough to tell me about the other girls that want him and how he thinks they're hot.He even asks me what he should say when they ask him out.Anybody see a problem?

Everything was great last night up until you stopped talking to me. You wouldn't touch me or even look at me... But right now i'm trying to figure out if it was cuz you were mad at the drunk guy or cuz the ditz that likes you showed up