How many times have you cried about something that wasn’t your fault?” Too many,
You saved me from getting lost in you. You showed me that we weren’t worth losing who we are. Apart, we found ourselves.
Once you’ve tasted real love, you feel empty without it.
You could be just another dream,
another thought to think,
another wish I wish would come true.'
It is so much easier to be consumed in pain than to fight the pain that consumes us.
Sometimes telling the truth is the hardest thing to do and the only right thing to do.
What do you do when you know that you can’t have the only thing that you want?
If we had never met, I would be a completely different person.
“Some of us laugh, some of us cry,
Some of us smoke, some of us lie,But it’s all just the way that we cope with our lives.”
I still remember the look in your eyes when I told you I loved you for the first time.
There are questions I want to ask him but that would make things awkward for the both of us. What to do what to do.
I can’t explain the kind of pain I feel when I see him. It’s the kind that takes your breath away and makes you sweat. The kind you wish could go away easily but the more you think about it, the more pain you feel.
We found my dreams together. They haven’t changed now that you’re gone. They’re still my dreams. They just need another dreamer, another you, to make them come true.
You’d think that after a year I’d dream about you a little less frequently.
Sometimes telling the truth is the hardest thing to do and the only right thing to do.
What do you do when you know that you can’t have the only thing that you want?
If we had never met, I would be a completely different person.
“Some of us laugh, some of us cry,
Some of us smoke, some of us lie,But it’s all just the way that we cope with our lives.”
In my dreams about you, it’s as if we never hurt each other. But it always hurts in the morning.
I still remember the look in your eyes when I told you I loved you for the first time.
There are questions I want to ask him but that would make things awkward for the both of us. What to do what to do.
I can’t explain the kind of pain I feel when I see him. It’s the kind that takes your breath away and makes you sweat. The kind you wish could go away easily but the more you think about it, the more pain you feel.
- I’m not sorry that I ever loved you. I’m just sorry that you never opened your eyes.
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