Brokenhearted Lover

Say it with me:

"No eran amantes, no eran novios y, tal vez, no eran amigos. Pero siempre fueron el uno para el otro"

Te miré y pensé: Será el amor de mi vida o el dolor más fuerte que sentiré en mi vida. Eran ambos y es culpa mía que los deje ser.

Maybe we're all just looking for someone who cares enough to try. Someone who has never had the best memory, but remembers the little things about you. Someone who has always been a little shy, but opens up to you. Someone who has never been good at keeping a conversation going, but can't shut up around you. Someone who hates driving on the highway, but spends hours on it to get to you. We're not hoping to change them, no, we're just hoping to matter enough to them.

Confirmen si todos andamos detrás del mismo objetivo:

Nunca voy a entender porque nuestras personas favoritas suelen volverse en extraños

But don't forget who you really are. And I'm not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you're alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.

““Always go with the choice that scares you the most, because that’s the one that’s going to help you to grow.” - Caroline Myss”