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| Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
You spend time together, feelings grow deeper. And one day without even realizing it, you find you're in love. Time stops and it feels like the whole world is made for you two and you two alone. Until one day, one of you leaves and rips the still beating heart from the other, who's now a broken, hollow, mockery of the human condition.
"I don't suppose I can ask you to somehow see that every horrible thing I did was because I truly do love you."
No one knows I come out here on nights. I look up to your window but you're never there. Only your horrible dog who used to bite me. And I realize I'm not angry at you; things change. I can forgive you, but I want to kill you.
Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something.
 
I mean, what the fuck did he want me to say? "It's okay that you jerked me around and treated me like shit. Now that I have received this enormous bouquet of seasonal flowers, I'm beginning to see you in a very different light. Suddenly the past is growing hazy. All the hateful things you did and said have grown distant and hard to recall. So if you want to come by for some coffee or a drink at your convenience, I would love to say hello and give you a blow job!"
You gotta find a way to survive, cause they win when your soul dies.
-Tupac Shakur
Remember when I said the next time would be the last time? That time came this morning when you came in. You always had a line to change my mind, so I guess you thought I'd just let you break my heart again. You're the only one who can make my heart stand still.
It only hurts at first, but then you will find someone to give you everything you want. Try not to go running back to him.
-"For so long all I've thought about was you, all I dreamed about was you."
-"What happened?"
-"I got my dream and now I don't have anything else."
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| well, the kitchen is cold, but the coffee is warm
and the sun's coming up, the day has just begun and you're already bored
you're bored of cheering me up
bored of calming me down, bored of drying my eyes
but there was once a time when you were the one
you were the blue of the sky, you came after the storm
you were the switch on the wall in the dark of the hall, I'm still fumbling for
cause I know I'm lost in the black I don't know where I am
arms stretched out in front, I'm calling your name
just as loud as I can
I know there's words that we will never speak and
the questions can't be answered easily, but I wanted it to be easy so,
nod your head if the plans have changed, shake it, love, if they stayed the same
smile at me and I will stay, start to cry and I'll go away
just please don't leave me guessing
so you made me come, then you sent me away like a messenger bird
so I circled the earth, blown away by the wind
but I always returned with some new little song, some sad story to tell
of a brief love affair with a boy I compared to you and he failed
you said you don't want me to beg, then you said get down on your knees
cause you knew that I would if I do any good satisfying your needs
and I know about those things we cannot speak
and just so you know they don't bother me, so you don't have to be worried
so, nod your head if the plans have changed, shake it, love, if they stayed the same
smile at me and I will stay, start to cry and I'll go away
just please don't leave me waiting
just nod your head if your mind's been changed
shake it, love, if some hope remains
just say the word and of course I'll stay, roll your eyes and I'll go away
just please don't leave me guessing
just please don't keep me waiting...
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You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, pictures no one else knew.
The reason I don't know what we are to each other is because we fight freely and almost constantly, about even the smallest thing. In fact, once we didn't speak for an entire week because he didn't like the way I loaded his dishwasher... I can't decide if we're exact opposites, or somehow exactly the same except for minor cosmetic differences. I do know that all of his friends hate me and all of my friends hate him. We drive each other crazy in ways that nobody else can even touch. We never bore each other. And we both realize what a rare thing that is.
"This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended that they weren't crying, that this wasn't the worst day of their lives."
You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.
"Yes, he made bad choices. But he made them all for you."
 
It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar.
That's the way it feels when I see him touching her.
It's like falling face-first into a bed of broken glass.
- The Spill Canvas
We can't keep getting this close just to have something completely derail us again.
"I became very depressed, and I believed that I couldn't live without him, that I didn't want to."
Love comes when manipulation stops. When you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.
It was as if by leaving everyone behind I could also leave behind the parts of myself that I didn't like
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| They say there are moments that open your life like a walnut cracked, that change your point of view so that you never look at things the same way again.
He had the chance to leave, but he stayed.
I didn't believe I was in love. Nothing in my life had prepared me for romantic expectations. Love is just a word, my father once said, an overused one at that. He meant to say the word is cheap. It costs nothing to say it. He meant to say that it's only how you treat someone that counts, what you give.
After what seemed like an eternity of not quite fitting together, we suddenly fit.
"In all the years we spent together, I never once regretted the fact that I had chosen him and that he had chosen me as well."
 
Even though I didn't love him, at that moment I missed him, and was sorry that he could so easily leave me behind.
The best moments in reading are when you come across something- a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things- that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand as come out, and taken yours.
You were worth the fight.
But I couldn't fight forever.
Lying was much easier than explaining. It was easier to give people the answers they expected. It should have been the truth anyway.
"You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for."
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| If I lived until I was 102, I just don't think I'll ever get over you.
And if you give me a chance - if you give us a chance - I'm going to live the rest of my life proving to you that you made the right decision.
As she slowly stopped crying, she realized the good in her wold. Oh, she knew she'd miss him. She knew it would hurt. But sometimes moving on starts with goodbye.
"And I can't go home, cause you're my home."
Getting what you want is just as difficult as not getting what you want. Because then you have to figure out what to do with it. Instead of figuring out what to do without it.
We just laid there while he told me how much he loved me without saying anything. And if there ever was a more perfect day in the history of time... it wasn't one I've heard about.
 
I know I should be able to move on, but life without him, it doesn't feel real.
They were in love. You could tell just by the way they looked at each other, like they had the most wonderful secret in the world between them.
"I can't pretend to feel any less than I feel about you. I'm sorry, I just can't."
I wanted to kiss him. But of course I didn't. I wondered why I resisted, when in the past I had always followed my impulse with not much thought of the consequences. Maybe because it didn't feel like a game with him, the way it had with so many others before. Maybe because I had more to lose.
He was holding her tight so she couldn't leave. He didn't realize she had no reason to go.
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