“I just don’t know,” she whispered into the night, her heart heavy with loss, “we fought so much and loved so little. We were far from perfect, so lost in each other. I don’t know what we were.” He was quiet, his shoulder pressed up against hers, a touch that was still electric but one that had lost its meaning. “Was it worth it, though?” he asked, looking down at her through his thick black lashes, his dark eyes glinting in the dim light the moon cast over the room. “Yes,” she replied without sparing another heartbeat to consider, “yes,” she added, more firmly. “You made me feel something. I was happy. Anything that means so much, that makes you feel like you’re standing on top of the world, anything that makes you so happy you can’t believe this is your life - it’s worth it. We were worth it.”

I was sick of saying sorry so i said goodbye.

Why do you have to do this to me? Every time I try to move on, it’s like you can sense it, and you send me a text, trying to reel me back in, even though you were the one to push me away in the first place.

It’s all about the first person you wanna tell good news to.

Look at her,” he whispers. “She was so happy, and I destroyed her. She’s always on the verge of tears, and I haven’t seen her smile since the day I broke up with her.” He gazes at her sadly. “Tell her I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for hurting her.” “I will,” her friend says, “but for the record? You didn’t destroy her. You’re not that powerful.

I’m so lonely. Not lonely as in I have no one to talk to, but lonely as in I have no one I can talk to, no one I can run to when I feel like I’m being crushed by the weight of the world, no one to tell me they love me more than anything in the world, no one to hold my hand when I feel like giving up. That is the worst form of loneliness, I think. Feeling as if you have no other half, no soulmate, no true love. It’s as if no one was made for you and you’re destined to be the one thing you hate most: alone. How does my heart expect to find a home if everyone’s doors are locked?

We said a thousand goodnights & a thousand good-mornings, but I could never forget our first hello and last goodbye. We said a million I love you’s and a million I miss you’s, but I remember our first I love you.

People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason why the world is in chaos is because things are being loved and people are being used.

We said a thousand goodnights & a thousand good-mornings, but I could never forget our first hello and last goodbye. We said a million I love you’s and a million I miss you’s, but I remember our first I love you.

There’s a corner of my heart that is yours. And I don’t mean for now, or until I’ve found somebody else, I mean forever. I mean to say that whether I fall in love a thousand times over or once or never again, there’ll always be a small quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you.

If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.

she is the morning you wake up feeling rested. she’s all of the lightning bugs you saw outside your window. she’s the soap your mother used to use with the washing. she is the car you fell asleep in.