I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don’t know what I’m supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Take me back to the night we met

and that’s the thing about heartbreak. at the end of the day, after all the distractions and smiles, you’ll lay in your bed and still be missing the other half of you. you’ll lay in your bed, and still be sad.

I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be us.

The cruelest thing you can do is say “I love you” then “goodbye.”

Love what you have, before life teaches you to love what you’ve lost.

What’s important to me is not forgetting that at some point, for a while there, we did see eye to eye. We did have good times and make great memories. We weren’t always oil and vinegar. Or maybe we were but at least for a time we went well together.