When I was a little girl, I dreamed of falling in love.
I always heard about the good things, but they never told me about having your heartbroken.
I heard once, If we're meant to be, we'll end up together, but I believe if you're meant to be, you never would have wanted to part in the first place.
I believe we put everything we have on the line for someone, and would do it all again even after they rip it away from us.
I think it's strange how someone can hurt you so bad, but all you want it them, but even more, you want them to be happy.
I find it ironic when someone thinks they are doing something out of good, but all it does is damage what was fine in the first place. But I know I couldn't turn down another opportunity.
I think its intolerable how the heart breaks.
I wish it just simply changed, like changing your clothes;; no hassle, no pain, just something different.
Sometimes I wish I could snap my fingers and fast forward to happier times.
Tears are strange, but I think without them, no one would ever know how we were feeling, especially when we're at a loss for words.
I hate when you feel helpess, worthless, lost, empty, betratyed, and the other person seems perfectly fine.
But honestly, I know they're not fine. Pride takes its turn every now and then.
It's terrifying to decide whether or not to move on. If I wait, they will decide they don't want it. If I don't wait, they decide they will. Its a coin toss.
All you want to do is tell them you miss them. But you have to pretend you don't even know them.
It's hard not to regret something that hurts so bad, and its hard not to go back to someone who's damaged you.
If you loved someone, wouldn't you never want to let them go?
If you loved someone and let them go, wouldn't you do everything you could to keep them in your life?
People tell you not to cry, well they can all go to hell.
You don't remember your last kiss. Because you didn't think it'd be the last.
You wish you would have known being with them the last time, so you wouldnt take advantage of holding their hand one more time, being able to looking them in the eyes and tell them you love them.
Everywhere you look is a reminder.
You know you should put it all in a box, but not seeing it will only make you feel more empty than you already do.
Suddenly, life becomes colorless; spitting images in black and white.
You can be told 100 times its not your fault, but we will always think it is.
No matter how many people we're with, we still feel alone.
Someone new? Bigger and better things? If we thought that, we would have been moving on a long time ago.
Every lie is like a spill of gasoline on the heart, til eventually the match is dropped and the truth comes out. & thats exactly how it feels.
swollen eyes, quivering lips, sick stomach, sleepless nights, welcome to the world of the broken hearted.
