Is it sad to say I have two entire diaries of you and not one page has gotten better. Not one. Why do I keep hoping?

When something bad happens you have three choices; You can either let it define you, let it destroy you, or let it strengthen you.

Has my love for you hidden who you really are?

"I just don't want every word you say to affect me so much."

I love you too much that the thought of you now has hidden who you really are.

I'm afraid to admit I've been too blind to see; that loving you isn't good for me.

There are times when I wonder if I really know who you are anymore, has my thought of you become all that I've known?

I've always shown you who I am, I have nothing to hide. But with you it seems your holding things inside.

You can't eat your cake and have it too. I know you love me but you love her too.

Be with someone who is proud to have you.