darkest of grays

If my love for you isn't true love, then I don't believe there is any such thing. I've never met anyone in my life that I have had such a strong connection with. Not only do you make the most mundane activities tolerable, but you make them enjoyable, as well. We don't have to being doing anything exciting, or having a deep conversation. I don't need you to spend an arm and a leg on me—I don't need you to buy anything. Your presence is enough to make me happy. Nothing can beat the moments wrapped in each other's arms, hearing nothing but the sound of our breaths and heartbeats intertwining—the most intoxicating melody.

Today is just another day without you here, another day of me wishing you were.

When you feel so empty that it feels like your body is caving in on itself...

"I wish I could give you the world. I want to take away the sadness and replace it with joy. I want to be there with a tissue every time a tear falls from your beautiful eye. You're such a good person, and good people don't deserve pain.

I say "I'm fine," but the thing is, I die a little more inside every time I say it.

Loving someone is a good feeling, but there is no better feeling than being loved by the person you love.

I believe you can't know TRUE happiness until you have experienced TRUE sadness.

I think people revert to the use of the "it wasn't meant to be" mentality as a coping strategy. Because thinking something was completely out of your hands gives comfort when things don't work out the way you would have wanted. It gives more comfort than thinking "wow, if I had only done this, maybe it would have turned out differently." But the cold, hard truth is we all make decisions everyday, and what happens, or doesn't happen, is simply a result of those decisions, not fate. Similar to the idea of Heaven. Some people believe in it, whereas other people don't. And one view of Heaven, including mine, is that it's simply a coping strategy for death. You know you'll die someday, and that can be scary for some, so a way to cope with that is thinking there is this amazing place you go to when you die; a place where you'll see everyone you love again. This is more comforting and thinking when you die, you die, never to think, see, or love again. You're just dead.

I want you to trust me with the things you'd never dream of telling anyone else.

You just have that affect on me. Either my mind stops frozen in its tracks, or it turns into a mass frenzy of unceasing thoughts. But the thing is, I can never distinguish between the two. Because even when my mind is racing, it seems as though everything still stops.

You’re my person.

They say that love is forever. Your forever is all that I need.

Your heart breaks when you lose something you love. In attempt to keep it, you latch on; you want to avoid a broken heart. But in doing so, your heart will only shatter into smaller pieces than they would have if you'd have just let go; you will prolong and deepen the inevitable heartache. Things come and go; so let them.

I was there for you.