The silence grows greater with every passing tick on the clock and I have nowhere to run, the feelings are just dancing around in my head and I can’t escape them.
You don’t get to feel sorry for yourself when you broke someone else’s heart. You don’t get to play the victim and ask for sympathy, not when you caused this pain.
We followed our dreams, picked different paths and we went separate ways, but maybe one day we will wind back up in each other’s arms. That’s all I can hope for.
You don’t see the frustration, you don’t see the struggle, you don’t see the rejection letters or the tears streaming down their face on the days they feel like they’ve failed and aren’t good enough.
If I stop calling you, I wouldn’t hear from you. If I stopped telling you I missed you, you’d forget about me.
You try to plant roots, but you weren’t born with seeds; you were born with wings, so you do what you do best – you leave.
I wouldn’t care if we lived in a shack, if we did what we loved every day and we were happy with our lives and ourselves.
I don’t know if we ever really get over people, I think maybe we just forget what it was like to love them.
Love so much that you want to find a way to give to others like others have given to you. Wake up with determination to make a difference and make a change.
You can’t help it, you just want to pour all your love and affection on every person you encounter because you love them SO much.