| | 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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| | Posted 12/30/2007 2:18 AM - 11 comments
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