“Your eyes are far too pretty to be wet by those who didn’t realize what they had.”

“i realize now, that loving him was neither beautiful nor poetic; it was knowingly walking through hell every day and losing myself there.”

i tore myself apart, trying to give you the whole world. and when i returned - bloodied, exhausted and proud - somehow, for you it still wasn't enough.

sometimes, i wonder if i'd pushed myself just a little harder in the past, i would have held onto something meaningful by now.

why do i have to feel if all i've felt is hurt.

“the thing about liking someone, is that anybody else can like them too.

“it's happening again.

“I have fallen in love too fast for this to be anything but fate.”

“Oh, but you don’t know. You don’t know what your ocean eyes and innocent smile could do to a girl like me; A girl who overthinks every little thing.”

“You aren't even mine, but I still love you like you are.”

“I will never fall in love with him,” my mind vows.

“i'm growing real tired of pretending i'm not in love with you.”

“it wasn’t until you smiled that my stomach twitched with a feeling i knew all too well, and suddenly all i could think was, “oh crap.””

“how do you expect me to remember how to breathe when you’re looking at me like that?”

“i have a tendency to fall in love with people i already know will end up breaking my heart,

i want to feel the tingles of electricity shoot up my arm when you touch my hand; a simple act, that holds so much meaning. i want to feel the flutter my heart makes in its cage, as my name rolls off your tongue; the way you make it sound as if it’s the most beautiful word. i want my head to spin as the world around us begins to fade away, the moment your lips gently press onto mine; each passionate kiss carved into my memory. i want the love that causes a shiver throughout my body at the mere thought of you; the one that will soon make me fall apart without you. but, here i am, sitting alone in a crowded room, wondering if i’ll ever experience a type of love as ultimately consuming as that.

any trace of you is burned into the back of my mind with the pen i used to write our love story