If so much time is spent thinking of how to live a good life, what time is spent actually living it?

My problem is i spend too much time thinking. Thinking of you. Thinking of her. Thinking of you and her. Thinking of you thinking of her and her thinking of you.
If i stopped thinking, maybe everything would be alright.

It's all about moving on and letting go - no matter how much you don't want to.

She stood alone, surrounded by a sea of people and no one noticed her silent tears because there was still a smile on her face.

He said, "Her smile is like magic paint, it covers everything she feels. I chipped away that paint and I saw the tears beneath it."

I listen to sad songs when i'm crying, so that if anyone asks why i have tears in my eyes - i have a reason.

You were talking in your sleep, saying my name so softly - that's when I knew I was in love with you.

It's the way you watch me when I'm sleeping and think that I don't know that makes me fall more and more in love with you, everyday.

He carried on walking away and for the first time in so long, she let herself bleed in place of the tears she could no longer cry.

And it’s that small chance that loving might not kill us this time - that gives us reason to go on loving.