Call me crazy, but I still believe very much in untainted, unchanging, everlasting love. Despite the heartbreak and the disappointment that follows each mismatch, I've never failed to pick myself right back up to dive into yet another dream. It's just I've seen rainbows without the rain, I've felt the ground shake as I prayed, I've witnessed light shine from darkness, so I've concluded that true love must be out there waiting for us.

Life doesn't give you the people you want. It gives you the people you need. To help you. To hurt you. To love you. To leave you. And to make you into the person you were meant to be.

What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. What we can't understand we call nonense. What we can't read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables. There is only the inevitable - Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk

Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit. - The Amber Spyglass by Phillip Pullman

I want a boy; just some skin and some rough hands, some whispered words and harsh breathing. I want to laugh at you and cry for you and miss you so much it aches and wrap myself aroud you. I want to feel the weight of you, to hear the sirens, to run until my breath gives out, I want to smash things and remake them with blood on my hands. I could stand in the rain until I'm saturated with you, until the water stings my eyes the way your words do. We could fingerpaint our dreams, you could play me a lullaby full of discordant harmonics,. I want someone to fall asleep to.

You have to learn to walk, you have to learn to talk. You have to wear that totally ridiculous hat your grandma bought you. You have no say in the matter. And when you get a little older, even though you get to choose your hats, you don't get to choose what they put in those meatballs in the cafeteria, or when to fall in love. Sometimes things happen and you just have to deal. - How to Deal

Life takes your dreams and turns them upside down; people talk about you when you're not around. People make promises they just can't keep, and I've come to realize that talk is cheap. Too often we don't realize what we have until it's gone; too often we wait too long to say "I'm sorry, I was wrong." Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones we hold dearest to our hearts, and we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart.

Doesn't matter how tough we are, trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives, trauma messes everybody up, but maybe that's the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap. Maybe going through all of that is what keeps us moving forward. It's what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up, before we can step up. - Grey's Anatomy

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone, but they will keep floating back again and again and again. They circle you like sharks and you are bleeding your fear into the sea. Until, unless something, someone can do more than just cover the wound. - Story of a Girl by Sara Zarr

These are things that I could not tell you; things that remind me of you when I want nothing more to forget; things that have gone wrong; things that have gone right; things that will never happen; things that are your fault, my fault, the faults of no one; these are the things that we did not do and will not let go of.

My nerves have been shaking twenty-four seven and I've stopped trying to calm them. Nothing, and I mean nothing, seems right anymore. Each day gets more dreadful and each day I wish I wasn't here just a little more than the day before. I've been back in a corner for days and no one will pull me out. Being alone really does feel as awful as it sounds. Between the arguments and the tears, I can't hear my own thoughts anymore. I have no clue of what I want, what I need, what I should have. I miss being able to count on you.

I knew there were no guarantees. Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a book, or a good memory you can't take out and unfold in your darkest times. Pressing down the corners and peering in close. Hoping you still recognize the person you see there. - The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen

I know that we won't ever really be close again, and that hurts more than you know. But all I can really ask for right now, is for you to be a decent person. Maybe even a decent friend. Because I need something, anything. I just need some ounce of hope that things will look up again for us, that we haven't lost anything. Because right now all I have are memories, which hurt to remember, knowing I won't ever have them back. I wonder if you know how much this hurts for me, to go each day without you, to see you not care. And there are days, just moments, when I think that maybe this day will be different, and maybe things are turning around, but those are just moments that fade away quickly. And I know that in the long run, I know that you'll never be here. You will never be here for me again. And that hurts, because no matter what, I have, and will always be there for you.

I am just so sick and tired of this. I want to be alright without you. I want to be able to go a month, a week, a day, an hour without thinking of you. Without wondering why it is you don't care at all anymore. I just am so sick and tired of needing you in my life knowing that you only make me sad.

It's amazing the things you realize when you lose someone. You get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could have said a million times. You take for granted the days you spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. Anyone can be taken, at any point in our lives, but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to say.

That night we talked, we talked about life, about our times together. Maybe we aren't the same two kids we once were, but some things never change. Some things last, and even though I didn't know what was going to happen to us or where we were going, I just knew I couldn't let you out of my life.

The truth is I don't hate you. I can never hate you. I'm not on a crusade to hate you. I guess I just want to find reasons to not like you. To make you seem like a horrible person. So I can just be mad at you and forget about you. Cause honestly, it would just make all of this so much easier.

The hardest thing ever is taking chances. Because you can only take so much pain. And you can only get hurt so many times before you create a bubble around yourself to avoid any more scars. And then you end up never really living at all. So we deal with pain. We take chances and we take risks, because either way we’re going to lose, and it’s going to hurt.

Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it. - The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks

I wish my words were enough but they aren’t. I wish my smile was enough but it’s not. I wish the things I did were enough but they never were. And I wish on every star and every flame just before it’s gone. Every penny down a well and every time it’s 11:11.

We will always want something more than what we've got. But face it, whatever happens, happens. And whatever we are given, we need to hold onto that with all of our might. Because that's it. That's what we were given, what we've been trusted in to keep, to treasure, to take care of and to love with all of our hearts. We need to appreciate every little thing we've got because, well, it's all we've got. It's okay to dream, but first you need to treasure reality in all its beauty.

The beautiful thing about memories is that they are yours; whether they are good, bad, or indifferent. They belong to you, and no matter where life takes you, your memories tie you to  where you've been, and to where you are now.

I miss you, when something really good happens, you’re the first one I want to share it with. Because I miss you when something is troubling me, you’re the only one who would’ve understand. Because I miss you, when I laugh and cry, you’re the only one who could make me laugh harder and make my tears disappear. I don’t know where we went and why we grew apart, but you should know, I miss you.

He had one of those faces only I could see straight through. I knew it all too well, the nervous blank stare he had when trying to act like he didn't care. As he walked across the room I slowly realized I was the only one who even noticed. His presence was a minimum to everyone but me, and that was the way it was always going to be.

Sometimes, there are things in our life that aren't meant to stay. Sometimes, change may not be what we want. Sometimes, change is exactly what we need. and sometimes, saying goodbye is the hardest thing you think you'll ever have to do, but sometimes, saying hello again is the thing that breaks you down and makes you more vulnerable than you ever thought possible. Sometimes, change is too much to bear. But most of the time, change is the only thing saving your life.

I've accepted that we can't be but I've also accepted that you're going to be that one person I carry with me for the rest of my life, the one who is always going to make my heart jump a little and my stomach tie up in knots. No matter how happy I am otherwise and no matter how long it's been. The one I will always wish had secretly asked me to the dance even though I'm happier with the guy that did. Do you realize how incredibly difficult it is to accept both those things at once?

Contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful. It's for the bold. It's for those willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing a good thing when they see it. Even if they don't see it nearly enough.

I want to know exactly what makes you tick, I want to know your problems. I want to know what days you're waking up on the wrong side of the bed, I want to know how many pillows you sleep with. I want to know why you sleep with a window open. I want to know if I'm ever needed, if I'm good enough to keep you warm at night. I want to know if I even have a chance. I want to know everything about you, whether it be fact or fiction. I want to know your past, your future, your in-betweens. Your favorite colors, your phobia's; everything.

The mind may have forgotten, but the body remembers everything — in the melody of a song, in a rip of a dress, in a taste stuck at the tip of your tongue, in the freckled constellation splattered across your light skin, in a look not meant to be a look, in the movement of their hips against yours, in a graze between nervous hands, in the loud beat of your beating heart. In one moment, the body remembers everything so vividly, so wildly, as if it were experiencing it the first time and the last time combined — an explosion of sorts that will never seem to leave with time. These things have become pieces of us, that have found a way stay forever, as much as we deny it ever happened. But the reality is that it was never a figment — in fact, it was our realest dream somehow brought to life.

If I could give everyone one piece of love advice, it would be once you find the one you’ve spent your whole lifetime searching for, don’t give them up without a fight. Never let them just walk right out of your life. Whatever you do, don’t ever let them go. Hold onto them with all that you’ve got, because you have no guarantee that they’ll be back. So, don’t make the mistake I have made. Don’t just watch them leave. It could be the last you ever see them. Don’t look back on it and regret not saying the words you needed to say, or doing the things you needed to do. Because that feeling of regret will never leave you.

I wish someone would tell me something incredibly profound. I wish my heart would beat beat beat in time with theirs and things I want to say wouldn't get caught in my throat like my hair gets caught in my fingers and ties itself into knots. I wish the voice in my head didn’t say the things it does, because of all the people I can trust in the world I shouldn't be one of them. That's why I listen to music louder than the sounds of the late-night television programs like poker competitions and bad films starring bad actors. And in the middle of the cacophony of sounds the only thoughts I can hear are the singer's, the whisperer's, the poet's, infinitely better and wiser. Wiser even than the stars. I bet they don't trust themselves either. I bet lots of people don't when they've fallen down the rabbit hole and felt a heartbreak or three. Boys didn't break my heart you know, I did. I break it all the time. I'm breaking it right now and I don't even know why.

What's different about us is that we're friends. Well, maybe we're not just friends, but the base of all we know is friendship. He may think I'm beautiful, but he'll still tease me when he has to look down to see me. We may cuddle up and watch movies, but we'll still laugh and make jokes about every line. We may hold hands, but we also get into fake fights that I know he wants to win every time. He gets mad when I don't think highly of myself and I get mad when he won't tell me what's wrong.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain. - Jim Morrison

I don't know what to say anymore. My mind runs a blank every time I open up the page where I used to spill my heart. I used to have so much to say, now I can barely write a sentence. It's you. You have that effect on me. You walked into my life and I can't find a place for you just yet. I'm lost for words, yet my heart is screaming with things I wanna say to you.

And sometimes when your mind gets going, you just can't seem to get it to stop. It's like never-ending spinning, going around and around, thinking about those things you don't really want to know about yourself. But you can't get it to stop. The thoughts just clog your mind, your every movement. You can't do anything without thinking, and eventually, you just don't want to think anymore, but really, it's all you've got.

Because sometimes it’s easier to say, “I hate you,” than “I miss you, I wish we didn’t fight; I wish you would call me sometimes.” Because sometimes, it’s easier to think, screw life, screw work, screw everything, than admit that you’re overwhelmed and feel like you’re drowning. Because sometimes, it’s easier to admit the simple things than say the hard things and realize how much you’ve been struggling and how much you feel as if life has gone out of your control.

She fell in, fell out, and it doesn't matter anymore, because the person you had to catch you at the bottom is no longer there. He is off doing other stuff, and their promise becomes a kind of lie, and lying is the worst, isn't it? But how he acts, and what he says, and what he does, and who he is, they don't line up anymore. The lie is in that not lining up, the lie is in not being what she needs but pretending that he is.

Isn’t it funny how you can think you’re completely over someone but if you drive past his house, stumble upon a meaningful song you both shared, or even get a glance of him on the street….just in an instant, it can change all that. And you start to remember the pain. And that hollow space is feeling more and more like the Grand Canyon with every second that goes by. But you bury these feelings deep down, so deep that you’re sure no one will be able to tell. To the outside world, you smile and act like nothing is wrong or will ever be. Everything’s just perfect. For that split second that you’ve locked eyes, a tiny whisper, say ‘make this last forever, only and just this moment forever and ever’. But after a second or so, you go along your own merry way, all the while home realizing how much you do miss him, how much you still love him…and it sticks with you for days, weeks, maybe months, until fate decides to hand you another one of those unexpected moments. And then you finally understand the worst feeling in the world is when the person you love most is standing right next to you, yet you can never have them. Try as you may, you can’t make someone love you.

We all carry something with us. Of course, it's nice if we travel with someone who can help lighten the load. But usually, it's easier to just drop what we've been carrying so we can get home that much sooner assuming, of course, there will be someone there to greet us when we arrive. But, why do we clutch at this baggage, even when we're desperate to move on? - Desperate Housewives

I think I’m falling but it’s too far down. You said you’d catch me before I hit the ground. But the walls are too strong and I’m finding it too hard to breathe. When I expect you to catch me you just turn around and leave.

I had you. And now she does. It'll never be the same. And we'll never get the be the ones we were, and we will never dream of a forever together. No, never again. She built us up, and tore us down. If i get you back, she wont have you anymore, and she'll never get to see that pretty face of yours, and never get to look into those beautiful eyes, that glimmer in just right. She'll never get to see you shine, 'cause without me, I took all your light.

If you want to hear I love you, then say it. If you want to hear I need you, then prove it. I don't want to stand the line, I don't want to waste my time. I just want to be in love. - Tonic; Roses

I realize now that when your heart breaks you got to fight like hell to make sure you're still alive. Because you are and that pain you feel that’s life. The confusion and fear; that's there to remind you that somewhere out there something is better.That something is worth fighting for. As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things that we think will make our lives better,we ignore what truly matters - the simple things. Like friendship, family and love. Yes, loosing your hearts desire is tragic but gaining your hearts desire is all you can hope for. This year I wished for love, to immerse myself in someone else and awake a heart long afraid to feel. My wish was granted, and if having that is tragic than give me tragedy, because I wouldn’t give it back for the world. - One Tree Hill

We never met, you and I. We were always inside, we were somewhere inside one another. And I'll live without you, love, but what good is one glove without the other? Still you only ask about my leaving, oh but honey I had no choice, and I call (and when you hear that heavy breathing) for the sound of your voice. But you sit there silent, folded arms, and look down as I walk by. My face has changed, you know it's me. You know by the stillness in my eyes. Come and whisper in my ear, "You're very pretty, dear" and "It'll be alright." You're lying; but I don't mind tonight. So I wander and I wander. Your absence beating inside my chest. And I try, but I can't remember the color of your eyes. - MeWithoutYou; Gentlemen

And I got so backwards, trying to make myself matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who care about me and this place. It's so easy to get stuck.You just get caught up in being something, being special or cool of whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do. - An Abundance of Katherines by John Green

I hope that some day, you find an amazing girl. The kind of girl who means everything to you and makes you want to spend every moment of your time with her. The kind of girl who keeps you up at night, just thinking about her beautiful smile, and when you finally fall asleep, she's all you dream about. I hope she's the first thing to cross your mind when you wake up in the morning. I hope she changes you in a way you could never understand, yet you know it`s for the better. I hope she's the kind of girl you would die for. The kind of girl who could make you cry, even though you'd never admit it. The kind of girl who makes you want to go out and do something special, something that means everything to the both of you. The kind of girl you can have silly fights with, then kiss and make up and hold her in your arms like you`re falling in love all over again. I hope you make memories with her you never forget. I hope she's your world, and what you have with her is nothing less than perfection. And I hope that one day, you lose her. I hope you mess up and as hard as you try to keep her there with you, she slips through the cracks of your broken heart. I hope it destroys you, because you realize you've lost the person you once called your everything. I hope you see every moment you spent together spin away down the drain like it was waiting to happen. I hope you stay up at night because she's on your mind and when you fall asleep, she haunts your dreams. I hope her beautiful smile stays pressed in your mind like a scar that won`t fade away. I hope you realize that you're a new person because of her, I hope your new self feels incomplete without her and you miss the old you. The one that was okay with being alone, because you'd rather be the heartbreaker than the heartbroken.

If you asked me a year ago, I would have told you what you wanted to hear. Now, I know I can't please everyone, and I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings. I can't make myself unhappy to please you, and I won't try.

I used to be your biggest fan, and then I saw you in a doorway. For a moment you looked tender and I know that I could never ever touch you because you might touch back. Oh yes, you might, oh you might touch back. Well I made a mistake, well I made two. One for me and one for you. And then I knew that I would measure everybody against you. Yes, I would measure everybody against you. Well I used to be, I used to be your biggest fan. - Voxtrot; Your Biggest Fan

Yeah, you still kiss me sometimes, but it's just on the cheek. You pull away so easily. And I still call you, but I get your machine. And we go out to dinner, but you won't hold my hand. We sit at the same table, but we don't play with our feet. And we still rent movies, but we don't share the couch. And you even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes. I'm only there so you're not alone. - Bright Eyes; It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends

I believe the most difficult situation you can be ever be faced with is deciding whether you should just move on or hold on a little tighter. Move on, and maybe you’ll lose a chance at the best thing that could have ever happened, or hold on, and have the possibility of one day being the biggest disaster ever created.

That night I started to think about belief. Maybe it's not even advisable to be an optimist. Maybe pessimism is something we have to apply daily, like moisturizer, otherwise how do you bounce back when reality batters your belief system, and love does not, as promised, conquer all? Is hope a drug we need to go off of, or is it keeping us alive? - Sex and the City

But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope. - He's Just Not That Into You

I want somebody to sleep with the rest of my life, and cuddle up during a movie, on a couch. Stay up all night talking about nothing. Get lost in the woods together. Challenge me, challenge him. Talk about dreams, make dreams. Have fights, the kind that only really matter as long as you're having them. Someone I can wrestle with, you know, play hard sometimes and not worry about break a nail or an arm. A guy who will bring me flowers once in a while, maybe a rock too, or a shell of some sort. Something he saw that made him think "this might make my girl smile" as he smiles to himself. A guy who wants me, even needs me, just a little, enough to hold onto me with everything hes got.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived. - Margaret Mitchell

I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone. - Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer

I will never regret you or say that I wish I'd never met you because once upon a time you were exactly what I needed.

The initial feelings associated with love were almost like an ocean wave in their intensity, acting as the magnetic force that drew two people together. It was possible to be washed away in the emotion, but the wave wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t – nor was it meant to be – but if two people were right for each other, a truer kind of love could last forever in its wake. In the end, it’s worked out because we both want it to. As long as you two have that, you’ll be able to make it through anything. - The Rescue by Nicholas Sparks

Deciding to get back together with someone is a complicated and difficult decision.  Just remember that the person you are getting back together with is the same person who, not long before, looked you in your beautiful face, took full stock of you and all your qualities, and told you that he was no longer in need of your company. - He's Just Not That Into You

Who are you? Who am I? Does it matter? I have the answers to these questions, but the answers lay in the freedom we feel. The freedom we feel at night, when we're all alone, running from nothing and everything at the same time. the answer? It does not matter who you are, it does not matter who I am. I love you, let's be free.

And sometimes, we can fall in love with someone for all the wrong reasons, and still love them after all the hurt, because sometimes, and most times, we can't pick who we love. And even though we know we shouldn't love them, we do and always will, because there are just a small number of people in this world who will "get" us for reasons we can't explain, even when they shouldn't. - Arminda Meer

You're probably thinking I've forgotten all about you by now, but that's far from it. I have missed you every waking day and  my heart still hurts, but I'm getting better. I continue to smile and still go on without you. I know I have missed you, but I have kept it all inside of me, only for me to know. I still wonder about your doings, how you are, what you're doing, what we used to talk about, to the laugh in your voice. Just, everything. I miss it all. However, I feel that the parting of us was for the best, because everything happens for a reason. Should destiny put us into a crossing road in the future, that is when I will see you again. Until then, remember this; No matter what, even through the screaming fights, the disagreements, mistakes and the tears we've cried. Never, ever, did I give up on you. So if you ever need a helping hand, do not hesitate to ask. I may be far away, but I will always be in reach.

And without him, I didn't feel the simplicities in the world anymore. The sky was just the sky, and I was just a girl. And without him, neither seemed quite as exquisite and beautiful.

There’s so much I wish for these days, but most of all, I wish you were here. It’s strange, but before I met you, I couldn’t remember the last time that I cried. Now it seems that tears come easily to me, but you have a way of making my sorrows seem worthwhile, of explaining things in a way that lessens my ache. You are a treasure, a gift, and when we’re together again, I intend to hold you until my arms are weak and I can do it no longer. My thoughts of you are sometimes the only things that keep me going. - Nights in Rodanthe

After all is said and done, I still think you're amazing. I still cherish every moment I spent with you, every smile you brought to my face. I'll be forever thankful that someone like you was brought into my life, even if you had to be taken away too soon. See you were my miracle. You were the fairytale I got to live.

Here's to the notes lost in the washer, to the memories washed away. Here's to never forgetting. Here's to being young and never wanting to grow up. Here's to waking up next to the one you love. Here's to believing every lie people ever told you. Here's to those that just need someone to sleep next to. Here's to change, both good and bad. Here's to missing people you care about. Here's to moving on. Here's to feeling infinite. Here's to all the wishes at 11:11, hoping one day they'll come true. Here's to remembering old friends. Here's to all the words we never said, and to the ones we choke on. Here's to holding your breath in that one perfect moment. Here's to the ones who were on top of the world but fell off. Here's to every tear you've wasted on people who never cared. Here's to trying to be perfect even when you know its not possible. Here's to finding him, and holding on tight. Here's to the nights spent living for the moment. Here's to speaking the most honest words you've ever spoken in your life. Here's to those who fall in love in their dreams. Here's to not knowing, and not wanting to know. Here's to those who wonder where love starts. Here's to serendipity... even if it doesn't last. Here's to the girls who fall too fast... and know it. Here's to the songs that make you feel like nothing hurts. Here's to the ones who bend over backwards to be loved, but aren't. Here's to everyone who has ever cried themselves to sleep. Here's to those nights where you just can't sleep. Here's to every word they said to you replaying, over and over. Here's to leaping before you look. Here's to the times I wish I had said no. Here's to the times I'm glad I said yes. Here's to that tingly butterfly feeling you get when he's around. Here's to the nights when feelings change, for better or worse. Here's to the first kisses. Here's to those who survived to become stronger, better people. Here's to life, as hard as it may be, and picking yourself up when you've fallen down.

It's the constant reminder of what I can and cannot have. The smell, the taste, it's all just fake, the truth is all I lack. So I will keep on running, and keep my head above the ground. And I will search for you in places that you cannot be found. - The Classic Crime; God And Drugs

Strange how a single conversation can change you. Or maybe it only seems that way in retrospect. A year passes and you know you feel differently, but you’re not sure what or why or how, so your mind casts back for something that might give that difference shape: a word, a glance, a touch.

We all carry something with us. Of course, it's nice if we travel with someone who can help lighten the load. But usually, it's easier to just drop what we've been carrying so we can get home that much sooner assuming, of course, there will be someone there to greet us when we arrive. But, why do we clutch at this baggage, even when we're desperate to move on? - Desperate Housewifes

Be glad of life, because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars; to be satisfied with your possessions; to despise nothing in the world except falsehood and meanness, and to fear nothing except cowardice; to be governed by your admirations rather than by your disgusts; to covet nothing that is your neighbor's except his kindness of heart and gentleness of manners; to think seldom of your enemies, often of your friends...and to spend as much time as you can, with body and with spirit. These are little guideposts on the footpath to peace. - Henry Van Dyke

I think that there comes a point in everyone’s life when they wish they could just go back to one specific time just so that they can re-live the moment, the one that they can never forget. But then reality hits; you cant. So you need to learn that past is the past, its unchangeable and you can never go back.

I do not want to think about you walking towards me or taking me to places I have never been. I do not want to think about you at night, when no one is thinking of me. I do not want to love you, so I am giving you to the other girls; they can have you and the sun that smiles down on you, they can have you and the sky that opens for you, they can have you and they can keep you.

It's because people have this determined belief that things will always work themselves out in the end, that if you tough out the rough shit, the pieces will always fall where you want them to; it was just a matter of patience. As if life is testing how bad you really want it. You endure the brutal winter for a bountiful spring, right? Sometimes patience has nothing to do with it. And sometimes, no matter how much you tough it out, you're not supposed to, and the pieces will absolutely not fall where you fucking want them to.

I hate how dispensable I am to people. I hate how people feel they can just forget about me, replace me, erase me without even a second thought. It's like I don't matter to anyone. And hey, I mean I don't blame you. I'm no-one special. I just thought you were different. I had more faith in you. And you took that, ripped it up, shoved it in my face and walked away without ever looking back.

It's getting so hard to be around you. Because every time I see you, I see a stranger. You've changed, and I just miss the person you used to be. The one that cared, the one that wouldn't ever hurt me, not if they could help it. But now, now all you care about is yourself. Maybe you never did care in the first place, I'm not sure. All I know is the person I loved so much is no longer there. Nothing is left of you. Everything's changed and I miss the person you used to be.

The tough thing about following your heart that people forget to mention is that sometimes your heart takes you to places you shouldn't be. Places that are scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring. Sometimes your heart cannot take you to places that lead to happy endings. That's not even the difficult part, the difficult part is when you follow your heart, you leave normal, you go into the unknown and once you do you can never go back. - Roswell

I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into the room and smile at you. - The O.C.

I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. I want to dip my toes in the water, to dangle my feet off the edge of the dock and sit leaning forward, looking at you, laughing. To huddle around a fire on the beach, salt water drying into my hair, reading from that book you always carry. I want to sit next to you on a log and sleep next to you in a tent. I want to wake up early and make pancakes over a fire, to wash the dishes in the river while we swim. To build sandcastles and castles-in-the-air. I want to drive home with my bare feet on the dashboard, the windows down, my hair whipped in every direction from the wind rushing through the open windows. I want to hear your voice humming to the tune of the songs on the radio that you don’t know the words to. I want to be able to look at you and smile and not say a word. To have adventures and passion and to truly live.

I believe in memories. They look so, so pretty when I sleep. And when I wake, you look so pretty sleeping next to me. But there is not enough time, and there is no song I could sing, no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard: but I will still tell you one thing. We're better together. - Jack Johnson; Better Together

It's not about where you are. It's about how you got there. It's not about what has knocked you down, it is about what has given you the strength to pick yourself up and try again. It's not about the hell he put you through, it's about how much better off you are now without the poor twit that only ever dragged you down and stopped you from becoming the person you need to be. Because in life you can't have positives without negatives, just as you can't go through the hard times without knowing that the good times are just up ahead - if you choose to pick yourself up and walk that way.

It was late night, but we were wide awake. You asked me for a cigarette then begged me to stay. The scent that you wore sent dirty thoughts to my brain. Oh and your smile, it drove me insane. Afterward we got lost in a dream, and woke up to find some space in between. Why do you keep on running away?

Beautiful things come out of horrible situations. I know for a fact. Out of sadness you get a new found wisdom on how the world can look with a haze of gray clouds, how people can be senseless, how you can see the whole universe in a whole new way. And that may be hard to handle, hard to cope, hard to accept, but it is so damn beautiful if you really take the chance to realize. Out of anger, you can feel your heart beat race, with every beat it is shaking your whole being and not only the heavy steps you take. It is when you, your whole self and some power is telling you that you are alive. And that is amazing in every angle. Out of anything there is something in there that makes it incredible. Something that makes it shine. Whatever you feel is potent and it is such a blessing to be able to feel what you feel. You just have to think about it.

Because sometimes it’s easier to say, “I hate you,” than “I miss you, I wish we didn’t fight; I wish you would call me sometimes.” Because sometimes, it’s easier to think, screw life, screw work, screw everything, than admit that you’re overwhelmed and feel like you’re drowning. Because sometimes, it’s easier to admit the simple things than say the hard things and realize how much you’ve been struggling and how much you feel as if life has gone out of your control.

It’s laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn’t. It’s the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It’s being touched by hands that aren’t your own. It’s the thrill of an escape that almost wasn’t. It’s the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time. It’s helping a friend find something they lost. It’s a smile, a joke, a song. It’s what someone does that they like doing. It’s what someone does that they like remembering. It’s the thinking of things you may never do and the doing of things you may never have thought. It’s the road ahead and the road behind. It’s the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up the good life. - The Good Life

I want to be remembered. I want to be thought of as that one girl who never let anyone get in her way. I want to be needed, I want to be cried over, waited on, wished for. I want to be strong, I want to be beautiful. I want to feel special. And I want to be with someone who can do all these things for me, from now until never.

The worst thing is loving someone when you know you shouldn't anymore. It's caring about someone, wondering how they are and what they're up to when the truth is they've stopped wondering about you a long time ago. The worst thing is remembering every single detail or your relationship when he's obviously long forgotten about you. The worst thing is missing him so much when he doesn't even realize you're gone, the worst thing is feeling the same as you ever did, knowing you shouldn't, because he doesn't anymore.

Moments of preparation befriend anxiety. Cold and clammy hands the product. My mouth is dry, but I am perilously confident. For I am ready and these moments are reserved for the living.

Things have been perfectly fine without you here, which I think is important to let you know. If you miss me, or if I have missed you, we haven’t let on, not yet, although maybe it’s coming, late night slurs of voice messages, sad little echoes of who I used to know. I haven’t been through this before, you know that, but things have prepared me for it, I believe. Things like having to gaze at the dead orange blur of a goldfish in a toilet, having to change pants because accidents happen when you are a kindergartner and you barely know better but it is still hard not to be embarrassed. I don’t think highly of myself, because what kind of girl my age does, but you always made me feel a little better about how I have to think too long before I say anything, which makes me come off as slow and sluggish and stupid, and how my hair never lies down the places I would like it to. You always made me feel better, except when you were making me feel worse, which happened more often towards the end. The end, rather anticlimactic, to tell you the truth, not what I expected after all those spectacular fights. But it did come suddenly, I’ll give you that. You sure had me going there for a while.

Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a why. Maybe somewhere there’s that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen.- The United States of Leland

When you're thinking about how much you miss me, and I'm completely fine. Remember how I felt, and remind yourself this is what you wanted. Because with every day coming and going, I'm learning how to be okay without you. And I can't wait for the day when I get to look at you and feel absolutely nothing.

Sometimes late at night I think about all the things that have been, all the things that haven’t been and all the things yet to be. If my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves all over the world. If I could live on sunlight and the city sounds and fall asleep in those thousands of lighted windows. I wonder if this world will ever make sense to me, if I will ever truly understand anything… and if there’s really anything to understand at all.

It’s overused. It’s a cliché. It’s corny. It’s just a line. It’s illogical. It’s troublesome. It’s always too abrupt. It’s never on cue. It’s difficult to say. It will be held against you. It’s too bold. It’s often quite pathetic. It’s amazing how, after everything, I love you still works.

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within. - Sigmund Freud

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. - Henri Nouwen

I'm stuck in an empty place and I'm starting to feel like I'll be here forever. I feel so different than everyone else. everyone is so close minded and judgmental. Can't they see that there's more to people than what meets the eye? It's crazy how alike everyone is, everyone except me. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind being different, I just wish there were more people like me.

One day you're going to want that girl. The girl that knew she wasn't perfect, but tried to be perfect for you. The girl that believed the scraps of you she was given were worth it because something was better than nothing. The girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you, and loving you was the only way she could. The girl who sees your flaws, but values them as much as your strengths. The girl who still can't bring herself to hate you, even though sometimes you probably deserve it. The girl who saw past your pretty eyes and treasured parts of you that no one else has ever appreciated. The girl who realizes she may never have your heart, but will carry the image of you in her's forever. The girl that sees this and still loves you. The girl that should have you, but doesn't.

When you fall as fast and as far as I did, you are no longer yourself. You are blinded by your heart. You breathe him and he's all you see when you wake up and lay your head down. Then one day, he's gone. The sky crashes down upon you and you change again. You run to the phone every time it rings, expecting him to be there, to tell you everything's going to be alright and that things can be the same as they used to. You and him, together, forever. But only a dial tone replies to your pleas. Oh sure...I'll get over you...I'll live again. But every time I see you, the memories of all the wonderful times we spent together flash through my head and a little piece of me dies.

There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this - and I have countless times, in just about every act I’ve committed - and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing. - American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis

And it just feels like my insides are in this constant battle, where one part of me just wants to be happy, confident, fine without you. But the other part.. the other part just wants you to see just how you affect me, and exactly what you've done to me.

He had this way of playing with my fingers, each one after another, even when states far. Like making sure my dresses were appropriately lengthy and kissing my chest before I left the room. I only caught him singing once and he forbids the memory accurate, but it was beautiful, because anything that leaves him is marked with a certain beauty I cannot hide, run, escape from. I cannot think, there are no thoughts on, I cannot feel.

So kiss me one more time tonight. In your darkest night when all is lost, I will be your light at whatever cost. Let the plaster flow into the space our bodies used to occupy. Let it be a record of the love that buried us alive underneath the sands of time; A testament that even after death, love survives. Exit the vein. Exit the lungs. Exit the body; never the heart.

Maybe love, too, is beautiful because it has a wildness that cannot be tamed. I don't know. All I know is that passion can take you up like a house of cards in a tornado, leaving destruction in it's wake. Or it can let you alone because you have built a stone wall against it, set out the armed guards to keep it from touching you. The real trick is to let it in, but to hold on. To understand that the heart is as vast and wide as the universe, but that we come to know it best from here, this place of gravity and stability, where our feet can still touch the ground. - Wild Roses by Deb Caletti

We learn to deal with things our own way. A lot of the time people want to help, but when they try to, it just makes the whole thing more upsetting cause then you realize you can't be helped. Maybe you're trapped in this mess, and all you need to do is just take a step away from the situation, and look at it from the outside in, and realize, 'Hey, this is my life - take it or leave it.'

It doesn’t matter if the song of life that you sing is simple or complicated. All that matters is how much you put into that song. Your life is controlled only by what you give to it. You won’t get anything from it if you don’t put feeling into life. That’s why people fall in love. If they give that feeling, they get it back. Put all you’ve got into this life, and when the day comes for you to pass on, you won’t regret what you did.

Because for me, it’s always been you; always. I’ve tried to fight it and I’ve tried to deny it but I can’t. You’re undeniable.

Love, I won't break your heart; it's a long way down from here and every time you fall and break apart, I will pick you up again. With your head up high, would you try, try to place your feet back on the ground. I found that its easier to hide in the cold alone, an arrival since the day you fell apart, oh but honey I'm alive. Honey, I'm alive. - The New Frontiers; The Day You Fell Apart

Some things are meant to happen. Some things are bound to be. Love has a way of making doubting hearts believe. Sometimes in spite of difference, sometimes against all odds, some things are meant to happen. It's written in the stars. We all want to fall in love. Why? Cause that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Cause we are left with memories that we'll treasure for the rest of our lives. - Amie Comeaux

I'm sorry but I just can't do it anymore. I can't keep letting you think that it's alright for you to waltz in and out of my life when it's convenient for you. It's just not right, and it hurts so much. It's like this never-ending cycle. You brush me off, make me feel like such a fool for caring. And then you come right back and well.. I welcome you with open arms. And I'm so sick of this continuous hurting and the fact that you keep getting whatever it is that you want while I'm stuck here in a place I don't want to be. Trying to hold it in but losing it and finding myself a crying mess in front of the people I care most about. It's pathetic. I only ever had half of you, less even, so I guess I'll cope. I cared too much, and well you never did so I guess it's goodbye, for now at least.

The hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong I'd write you another letter. But I never sent them, in fear of what I might find. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t want to ever forget that. - The Notebook

Sometimes it just takes patience for everything to happen. You won't get respect in just one day, you can't be in love with someone that you just met and you won't be able to forgive yourself in a second. I've learned that helping people is good, but helping someone too much won't let them grow. You grow by making mistakes, getting hurt, and learning from your regrets. Thoughts are there to help guide you to your decision. It's you that have to take that first step into the pathway of happiness. It's your doing that makes you who you are. Don't assume; get your fact straight. That is what messes a lot of people up. There's always the true story and reasoning behind everything. We are all different, but have one thing in common; we all want happiness. It is like we're all trying to fight for it, trying to get what we want and it make us forget the whole reason why we wanted it in the first place. Nobody said life is going to be easy; life is what you make of it. Change for the better; don't change for someone else. Change for yourself. Don't be selfish. Don't limit yourself from doing things just because you don't think you can make it through. Remember -- time isn't going to wait for you, so make the best of it.

When you understand, that what you’re telling is just a story. It isn’t happening anymore. When you realize the story you’re telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trashcan, then we’ll figure out who you’re going to be. - Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahnuik

I was stuck. I was in this place, in between my future and my past, and I wasn't sure which one I wanted more. But I guess it was only natural, you know? To dream of a summer love from long ago, or nights you spent with friends you used to know. These people had long since gone, and part of you wanted them back, and God you hated to admit it. That was the funny part. Like admitting you missed people or things or times long ago made you weak or something, but it didn't. And sometimes I would curl up by my window and stare off into the stars, dreaming of my future, the love and friends I had yet to come. Part of me just wanted to throw myself into the future and the other part wanted me to hurl myself into my past.

There’s so much I wish for these days, but most of all, I wish you were here. It’s strange, but before I met you, I couldn’t remember the last time that I cried. Now, it seems that tears come easily to me… but you have a way of making my sorrows seem worthwhile, of explaining things in a way that lessens my ache. You are a treasure, a gift, and when we’re together again, I intend to hold you until my arms are weak and I can do it no longer. My thoughts of you are sometimes the only things that keep me going.

My thoughts tend to sound better in books I didn’t write, and in the songs I didn’t sing. Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.

I love those warm, loving hugs you give me. Those times you just smile. Smile at me. I know you're not mine, but I love you all the same. Why? I don't know. It’s just.. I think I found a certain comfort in you that I found nowhere else. A certain laugh that I never had before, and a certain joy in my life that I could never try to explain. To anyone.

I've been through so much with you, more than any other guy, and I still want you as much as I did the first time I laid eyes on you. Every time I see you, it's like meeting you for the first time all over again. It's the butterflies in the stomach, the not knowing what to say, but out of all the things you've taught me, there's still one thing I don't know. I don't know how to fall out of love with you. I don't know how to let go and as I stand here looking at you, I wonder if there will ever be a day when I will get over your smile, when I will let go of the hugs you gave me that I continue to feel. A day when I forget the words you said to me, forget what you meant to me or forget how much I love you. But, no matter what you did to me or whatever happens to us, I know I could never get over, let go, or forget you. When you care about someone as much as I do you, being apart is the hardest thing to get used to. I thought I'd handle it just fine and that I'd be happy just to keep you on my mind. But it isn't always that easy. Sometimes the one thing that would please me the most is simply seeing you. I knew that I'd miss you, I just didn't know I'd miss you as much as I do. I want to share my tears with you. I want to share my love with you. I want to share my happiness with you. I want to share my strength with you, my smiles, my frowns, my joy, my loss, my good days, my bad days, the rain, the sunshine, hot cocoa, and the snowflakes. I want to share my life with you. People can just be best friends, but at one point or another, one of them will fall for the other, maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe, just maybe, forever.

You have a beautiful, beautiful smile, The way it curls and collapses on your lips. When you touch me I shake like a child,  It's late, I'm afraid you might leave, 'Cause sometimes it seems like you still don't believe me. There's nothing I can do to concentrate, It's so distracting, always thinking of you. - Bright Eyes; Puella Quam Amo Est Pulchra

He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey. - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

It's said that the saddest thing a man will ever face is what might have been, but what about the man whose faced with what was, or what may never be, or what can no longer be? Choosing the right path is never easy. It's a decision we make with only our hearts to guide us, but sometimes we find our way to something better. Sometimes we fight through the regret and remorse of our mistakes, our malice and our jealousy, and the shame we feel for not being the people we were meant to be, and that's when we find our way to something better, or when something better finds its way to us. - One Tree Hill

And so, while the rest of the world went on unaware, drinking their coffee, reading the sports page, and picking up their dry cleaning, I leaned forward and kissed him, making a choice that would change everything. Maybe somewhere there was a ripple, a bit of a jump, some small shift in the universe, barely noticeable. I didn’t feel it then. I felt only him kissing me back, easing me into the sunlight as I lost myself in the taste of him and felt the world go on, just as it always had, all around us.

Sometimes destiny brings a stranger in our life when we need it the most. That stranger makes us feel special and helps us when we are in trouble, it soothes our souls. He brings laughter and love back in someones life. When his job is done he moves on to the next person in need. Was i your stranger? If so, did I help? I'd rather live life as the stranger that influenced you than to live as the loser you let go of.

It’s not that I believe everything happens for a reason. I just think some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. That’s how life is. If everything was always smooth and perfect, you’d get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you’ll never really enjoy it when things go right.

Sometimes I wonder if anything's absolute anymore. Is there still right and wrong? Good and bad? Truth and lies? Or is everything negotiable, left to interpretation. Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, transform it, cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes things simply catch up to us. - One Tree Hill

I wish that I could make you feel beautiful all of the time. I wish that you would always feel the way I do when you have your arm around me, your head on my shoulder, or your eyes locked with mine. I wish that the thrill I get when you kiss me would constantly surge through you and that your heart would never quit racing the way mine does when I think about how lucky I am to be yours.

Don't tell me that you're not scared because I know that you are. I mean, I've known you too long and seen you push away too many good things to let you push me away right now. My whole life, you have been the most beautiful thing in my orbit, and my feelings for you were what proved to me that I could be great, and those feelings were stronger and were wiser and more persistent and more resilient than anything else about me. - Dawsons Creek

Sometimes there is nothing to be said. Sometimes nothing should be said. I just want to find someone who wont run away. Someone to look me in the eyes and tell me its okay that things don't always go right. That this is how life works. and how it will always work. That it's not going to be easy. Today, tomorrow, the next day. But it will somehow get better.

Every night I go to bed dreaming of the moment I get to see you again; the moment when months without you are erased by a single kiss, the moment when all my tears are dried by a single smile, the moment when hearing the sound of your voice means seeing you at the same time. Knowing that the moment I dream of will eventually become a reality is what keeps me going.

Why is it so hard to accept things as they are? Why do we struggle and fight against the inevitable? Is it the knowledge that things could be better? Or is it the hope? The hope that if things were different, we would be different. Better. Stronger. Complete.

You know for most of my life I would have gone through this alone, but then I met you. And I finally found someone I could depend on like I've got this. So I guess I called you 'cause I wanted to know if that was still there. - One Tree Hill

Don't worry. He'll miss you. You're the best he could get and he blew it. Don't let him make you think for one second that it was your fault. It's not. He screwed up, and you did absolutely nothing wrong. You gave him your heart and you trusted him to keep it and protect it, but he couldn't. And honestly he's not mature enough. He's not smart enough. If he was smart, he would have cared for you with every fiber of his being and been with you in every spare second he could, but he didn't and now he's gone. But don't you cry, Sweetie. Don't call him telling him you miss him. Don't IM him, don't message him, don't comment him, don't talk to him in the hallways, just pretend like you don't care, because, well, you don't. And don't be surprised when he comes crawling back saying he made a mistake, and if you want to, go with him again, but make him work for you. Don't be his doormat. Don't let him the first time he rings the bell, make him come back every day until you trust him enough. If he doesn't come back after a couple of tries, just let him go, but if he comes back every day, then he's worth it, trust me. He's worth it.

When I see you together, my heart falls. And it's not because I hate her or because she doesn't deserve you. It's because I've always told you that you deserve the best, and now I'm afraid that you've found it. And the worst part is, I'm crazy about you. It hurts. It hurts not knowing what to do. I sit and wonder all the time, what is so good about you? Why do I care so much? What the hell is wrong with me? I'm trying my best to forget about you. Believe me I am, but it's not working out. You've got something about you that makes me want you more. I'm sick to my stomach once again, I keep remembering that I'm just your friend.

Do you ever sit and think...what if? What if you never said the first hello? What if our paths never crossed? What if you kept your mouth shut and just let things pass, or what if you would have said just one more thing? What if you had five more minutes? What if you could turn back time or make it all just stand still? What if you could say I love you one more time or never had said it all? Where would your life be?

When you love someone, it will always stay there. I have to believe that even though we go our separate ways, we still will be connected by this bond, forever. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I know it's a true thing. I know that no matter where you go or who it's with, we will always be connected. And when we look up at the stars. When we know it was real and it was why we're who we are.

If you're still looking for a blanket, sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm no sort of fabric. But if you need a tailor then take your torn shirt, and stumble up my stairs and mumble your pitiful prayers. And in your tangled night's sleep, our midnight needles go to work until all comfort and fear flows in one river down on the shelf by the mirror where you see yourself whole and it makes you shiver. - MeWithoutYou; Paper Hanger

"She belonged to me," he said simply. "She was, you know, all the things I wasn't. And I was all the things she wasn't. She could paint circles around anyone; I can't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been." he lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers. "Her hand," he said. "It fit mine." - The Pact by Jodi Picoult