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.