Men are like roses, if you try to pluck them when they're too young, you'll get a small tight bud that hurts you with its thorns but once they're mature, you can finally relish their beauty and love.

I was never jealous about the first girl he told me he had a date with but I was very jealous about the second one. Mainly because the second one was actually suitable for him...and had known him longer than I had.

I dream of the day when you'll realize that I was always the one for you. But now I think, what if that day never comes? Why waste my life and those of the men that might love me now?

He might seem like a dangerous, intelligent and seductive paradox to you but to me he's a childish, dependent, adorable puppy.

For every tear you've shed for him...he'll get his heart broken the same number of times. Karma gets us all back in the end.

In the Spring I had a crush on you, in the Summer I loved you, in the Fall you left me and in the Winter you said goodbye. Will there ever be a second Spring or is this Winter endless?

To be strong doesn't mean hating someone for breaking up with you but it's loving them for knowing what was best for you.

Love...she told me it was nothing more than a longterm obsession. And you know, I believe her.

Who ever said you needed a man to prove your self-worth? Love, but don't love because others make such a huge deal of it. Do it because you feel like it.

You're so sweet that I think I just got diabetes.