P.s I'm still not over you

last night I had a dream that you told me you loved me and I tried to say it back but no words came out and I think that means something

But love like that doesn’t just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn’t it?

People scare me. They change their minds so quick. One moment it’s “I love you” and “you make me happy” and the next it’s “I’m not sure anymore” and “this isn’t what I want”

I met you and unavoidably you were special. So now I love you.

I want to love you with my whole heart, but something keeps holding me back; it’s my fear telling me not to fall in too deep.

You were unsure which pain is worse: the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Crushes are more beautiful than affairs.