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.

I found it

"Promise me you'll do whatever you need to do to be happy." That was my last promise to you. Well, besides the dirty promise I made a couple nights ago. I thought that I would have to get over you. That I would eventually want to be without you. I do trust you less, but that's a whole different story. As I was browsing through blogs and thinking about life and love, I thought again about how I'm really only happy when I'm talking with you. But then I thought that most of the time I spend talking to you makes me feel sad as well. And then... Epiphany. To be happy, all I need to do is remember that you love me. That you do want to be with me; you just can't. It's a terrible excuse but it's true all the same. I simply need to do the one thing I've been having trouble doing lately. Have faith. You love me. You'll come back to me. 'Worst case scenario' as it always is with you.
*mine*

So we've only known each other for a couple of years, but I feel I've known you my whole life. I've seen you grow. I've watched you change from the guy who couldn't make up his mind, who's feelings changed more than I knew was possible, to the guy you are now. You're responsible, devoted, loyal, considerate, and loving. Everything I knew you were, and know you always will be. I've seen everything, your anger, your battles, your struggles, and your fears. I know you by heart. I know you values, I know your story, and I know your secrets. That doesn't go away. I'm never going to forget you or anything about you. We've said it before, and I'll say it again. We were meant to be something more than this. I still believe that with all of my heart. I am still in this. I said I was in for the long haul, and I am still striving everyday for our time. I'm not going down without a fight. I won't give up easy. These feelings are stronger than anything that could try to bring us down.

To change your circumstances you need to change your thinking and subsequent actions.

Good relationships don't just happen. They take time, patience, and two people who truly want to be together.

You have to be willing to be happy about nothing.

Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly but I'll miss your arms around me.

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

Happiness is a mood and a condition; it's not a destination. It's like being tired or hungry; it's not permanent, it comes and goes, and that's okay. And I feel like if people thought of it that way, they'd find happiness a lot more often.

Here's the important part: I believe in you. I love you. Just as much as I did 6 months ago and so much more than when I first met you. I'm not going to sit around and wait for you to call or text anymore. I'm going to prove you can trust me. Trust me to give you space. Trust me to be able to calmly speak my mind. And trust that if I mess up, I'll realize it and apologize as well as fix the mistake. Because I trust you to come back to me.
*mine*

I love you a little less...

Broken Strings
James Morrison

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me,
Now I can't feel anything

When I love you, it's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give any more
When I love you a little less than before?

Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give any more
When I love you a little less than before?

You're my superman

Superman
Taylor Swift

Tall, dark, and super manly
Puts papers in his briefcase and drives away
To save the world or go to work
It's the same thing to me

He's got his mother's eyes, his father's ambition
I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him
I hang on every word you say

*You'll smile and say, "How are you?"
And I'll say, "Just fine,"
I always forget to tell you I love you
I'll love you forever

*I watched Superman fly away
You've got a busy day today
Go save the world
I'll be around

*I watched Superman fly away
Come back, I'll be with you someday
I'll be right here on the ground
When you come back down

*Tall, dark and beautiful
He's complicated, he's irrational
But I hope someday he'll take me away
And save the day, yeah

*Something in his deep brown eyes has me saying
He's not all bad like his reputation
And I can't hear one single word they say

*And you'll leave, got places to be
And I'll be okay
I always forget to tell you I love you
I loved you from the very first day

*I watched Superman fly away
You've got a busy day today
Go save the world
I'll be around

*And I watched Superman fly away
Come back, I'll be with you someday
I'll be right here on the ground
When you come back down

*And I watch you fly around the world
And I hope you don't chase another girl
Don't forget, don't forget about me

*I'm far away, but I'll never let you go
I'm lovestruck and looking out the window
Don't forget, don't forget where I'll be

*Right here wishing the flowers were from you
Wishing the card was from you
Wishing the call was from you
Cause I've loved you from the very first day

*I watched Superman fly away
You've got a busy day today
Go save the world
I'll be around forever and ever

*I watched Superman fly away
I swear, I'll be with you someday
I'll be right here on the ground
When you come back down

Come back down

Sweet love, only love, this one's for you

Baby, every word of this is true. And it's all for you, it's all for you.

A mutual addiction was something I could not find...

Look, I'm going to find a way to be happy, and I'd really love to be happy with you. But if I can't be happy with you then I'll find a way to be happy without you.

Let me just put it all on the line. I'm no good at opening up, and I may be too good at being honest. I sometimes get angry for dumb reasons, and there are days when I will desperately need your attention. I will want your lips on me constantly. I change my mind, I shut down, and I fuck up sometimes, really badly. Just remember, I want you. I want to be with you, to live our lives, together.

My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.

It's weird. I mean, yeah, I miss you, but it's so much more than that. I miss the way my heart just stops at the sight of you and your smile. But the sad part is that it's not just your smile I'm missing. It's mine, too.

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.

The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself and know what it is that you want.

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.

I don't have a fear of commitment; I have a fear of abandonment. We all screw things up. I screw things up, especially with the people I love. I get needy, I get moody, I get distant, I want to be too close. Then I get confused, I don't understand all of it. But I keep pushing because I believe in this thing, the universe. There's no way I'm the only person out there who wants it this badly. If I want it, someone else out there must want it, too.

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

I don't wonder what you're thinking about of if you're thinking about me.

Lost the battle

He didn't know who I was. He didn't know anything about my entire life up to that very second. I could have been anybody, and it made everything possible.

It didn't make you noble to step away from something that wasn't working, even if you thought you were the reason for the malfunction. Especially then. It just made you a quitter. Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.

In fact, I'd always approached boys this way, so methodically, making sure before I took even one step that they fit the profile. Except, of course, for one.

Why bother? That's the big question, isn't it? That's the whole problem here. I think we might just come out in the end. Maybe it won't be perfect, but I'm thinking it's worth a shot. That's just me, though.

I've always had a really strong feeling that out there somewhere is someone who would not just put up with my personality, but would actively like it. He would encourage me. He'd be somebody who doesn't enjoy the neutral beige of my mother's decorating. He'd be somebody who likes neon plaid. Polka dots. Pink with red. I knew it would be a long wait, but that's okay. I'm a patient girl. But I guess the truth is, I let myself hope a tiny bit that maybe, somehow, ironically, that person could possibly be you.

I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe.

"I'm done," means "Fight for me, because I've done and said everything I can possibly think of to say. I've offered you everything I know how to offer and more. I've sacrificed all of my beliefs, I thought there was a way to work past this, but I've got no energy left. I'm tired and my heart hurts. So if you still want this, us, me, come and get it."
*mine*

Take a back road

Someday, love will finally be enough.

What do you want?
*mine*

Maybe you're not the guy I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. But I know I wouldn't mind if I did.

I thought I was okay with living day to day. Not hour to hour; I've never been one to live like that. But somewhere down the line, I changed. I want the one thing I've always avoided. I want a forever. I want to walk down the aisle wearing that green polka dotted dress. I want to fall in love so deeply that I'll never find my way out even if I tried. I want to see the look on the face of the man I'm marrying when the doors open and he sees me. I want forever.
*mine*

Love is when you do things you swore you'd never do.

Mistakes are proof that you're trying.

I want this relationship to be a romantic comedy. I really do. I want us to be the two people who don't agree on anything but work anyway. I want this to last. It's okay if it doesn't. I'm just saying.
*mine*

 It's easy to take off all your clothes and have sex; people do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, and dreams...that's being naked.

 Something girls want you to know: Don't tell us who's hot because we don't care.

You can't blame yourself. Some people are just broken. I guess you just try not to care too much and you can't be disappointed.