It's A Shame

You tell me not to walk away; you're the one that taught me how.

If love were enough you'd still be here with me.

There's a place in me where a part of you will always be a part of me.

As they say, timing is everything.

And even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff.

I can't fight for you anymore. I wanted you, I really did. But I feel like all I do is fight an uphill battle. And honestly, I don't have the strength that I used to. I wasn't made for this.

He knew it would take more than an apology to get you back. He'd have to conquer the world first. He's been trying ever since.

For the first time, she did want more. She did not know what she wanted, knew that it was dangerous and that she should rest content with what she had, but she knew an emptiness deep inside her, which began to ache.

Don't be flattered that he misses you. He should miss you. You're deeply missable. However, he's still the same person who just broke up with you. Remember, the only reason he can miss you is because he's choosing every day not to be with you.

I'll never forget how he broke my heart and he'll never forget the day I found someone to fix it.

And it was just like reality came crashing down. You didn't matter anymore. I mean, you did, but it wasn't all about you. I finally figured out what I deserved.

I met someone. He falls in love with me every time he watches me laugh, he laughs at me when I ramble on and on, and he kisses me to shut me up. He laughs and picks me up when I fall and then twirls me around the kitchen, singing to me until I laugh as well. He says everything I need to hear and shows me things I never thought I wanted to see.
*mine*

I don't know what it is, I just cry sometimes. Maybe I'm just so oblivious to the things going on around me that I don't realize that I'm hurting as much as I am. So when the tears stream down my face and I don't have anything to say, don't ask me why I'm crying because I simply don't know. Just hold me. I want to be held.

I wish I knew what men wanted. They seem to love an independent woman until they lose control of her.

Calling him an asshole, a dick, a fag, or any other foul word you can come up with isn't going to make me like him less. It isn't going to make me like you more. And it actually makes me like you less. I don't find it attractive when you call everyone a fag. I find it extremely childish and annoying. So if you really want to impress me and show me you're changing or at least trying to change, grow up. Quit calling people names, quit putting everyone down. Quit priding yourself in being an asshole and be a good guy. Be the nice guy. Just quit being a jerk.
*mine*

Find someone who will change your life, not just your relationship status.

You're right. I do miss you. Really, really miss you. But I don't want to go back. I don't want us to be us again. Yeah, being us was fun. It was a grand time. But I'm ready to grow up now. I'm ready to talk about my future with someone. I'm ready for the easy kind of love. The kind of love where the only hard decisions are when o move in together, which side of the bed to sleep on, and when we should have kids. Those are the easy hard decisions I'm ready to make.
*mine*

I'll never forget how he broke my heart and he'll never forget the day I found someone to fix it.

Please talk to me

I don't love you anymore. I mean, I do, but not like I used to. I've moved on and I know that sucks for you, but you have to understand... I have what I want now. What I needed all along. You and I were great, we were. I had the time of my life wasting time with you. I think that if I'd just been a little less worried and serious, we could have had even more fun. And I plan on still having fun times with you. You ARE my best friend. But am I yours? Can I be yours? Do you even want to see me anymore? You haven't texted me in days. You never text me first. I don't know what you want anymore. You say you miss me but you do nothing about it. You don't even make the plans anymore. So if you don't miss me, tell me. If you don't want to see me, tell me. Don't run away anymore. Don't hide.
*mine*

And even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff.

So you make up excuses for why he never comes around. And I know he's going to show up saying he misses you, but honestly whose fault is that? Your address is the same and your phone numbers haven't changed. There's just no excuse for it this time.

For you, please be happy

But they'd loved each other. With the wisdom of time and passing of years, she knew that. She also knew that love didn't evaporate. It faded, perhaps, lost its weight like bones left out in the sun, but it didn't go away.

As they say, timing is everything.

Don't blame me for looking away. I can't afford another heart break.

If something needs doing, you just do it. Otherwise, what good are you?

The reason he'd broken up with her was, ironically, for her own good. He knew that if he asked her to drop everything and follow him across the earth, she'd do it. If the roles were reversed though, he wouldn't. They were at different place in the same relationship and like anything that's out of alignment, they were destined to crash sooner or later.

So you know what I mean when I say that I don't think anyone who falls in love has a choice. You're just pulled to that person like a true north, whether it's good for you or bound to break your heart.

It's hard to find the perfect time to say something you know is going to change everything.

Long live the walls we crashed through; I had the time of my life with you.

Love is the closest thing we have to magic.

Lonely people are always up in the middle of the night.

In a storm

Fearless
Taylor Swift

There's something about the way
The street looks when it's just rained
There's a glow off the pavement
You walk me to my car
And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there
In the middle of the parking lot, yeah

We're driving down the road, I wonder if you know
I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now
But you're just so cool
Run your hands through your hair
Absent-mindedly making me want you

And I don't know how it gets better then this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless

So baby drive slow til we run out of road
In this one horse town
I wanna stay right here in this passenger seat
You put your eyes on me
In this moment now, capture it, remember it

Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless

Well you stood there with me in the doorway
My hands shake
I'm not usually this way but
You pull me in and I'm a little more brave
It's the first kiss, it's flawless
Really something
It's fearless

Cause I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless

And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress, fearless

New hope is rolling in

When I was in grade school, we read Romeo and Juliet. For extra credit, Ms. Snyder used to make us act out all the parts. Sal Scarfarillo was Romeo. As fate would have it, I was Juliet. Most of the girls were green with envy. I wasn't. I told Ms. Snyder that Juliet was an idiot. For one thing, she falls for the one guy she knows she can't have... Everyone thinks it's so romantic: Romeo and Juliet, true love... How sad. If Juliet was stupid enough to fall for the enemy, drink a bottle of poison, and go to sleep in a mausoleum, then she deserved everything she got.
-Grey's Anatomy

I think you can't wait for someone to fly underneath you and save your life... I think you have to save yourself.

Ms. Snyder explained to me that when fate comes into play, choice sometimes goes out the window. Maybe Romeo and Juliet were fated to be together, but just for a while, and then their time passed. If they could have known that beforehand, maybe it all would have been okay.

I told Ms. Snyder that when I was grown up, I'd take fate into my own hands. I wouldn't let some guy drag me down. Ms. Snyder said I'd be lucky if I ever had that kind of passion with someone, and if I did, we'd be together forever.

There is nothing you can reveal about yourself that I wouldn't want to know.

I want a person who comes into my life on accident and stays on purpose.

A true man does not need to romance a different girl every night. A true man romances the same girl for the rest of his life.

And then he slipped his arm around her waist, pressing his head to hers. She loved that best, even more than fucking. She could never have imagined such a little thing could fill her with such indescribable sweetness, she felt too small to hold it.

The quietest people have the loudest minds.

One of those "Damn" quotes

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you're yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely and utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans. But that's the thing. Love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens; it is so incredibly messy. People around you can't comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can't see. They can't see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you're in love. It's inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can't live without it. What you don't learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How is isn't worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it. Love isn't him calming you down when you yell. It's him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn't him bringing you roses every day or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It's after a long fight that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It's not her saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it's not her caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It's her standing there, admitting she's just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you're not the only one involved. You've unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person's hands and said, "Here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you. As long as you have it." It makes us crazy. It makes reality invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn't cross. Because love isn't about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It's about scaring the shit out of every nerve in our bodies, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it. And it's a hell of a lot better than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of a difference between feeling happy and feeling whole.