
pretend you don't love him, just pretend.
then two things will happen.
he'll realize how much he misses you
or you'll realize how much you don't need him

You can love someone so much. But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

just stop, okay? I don't want to hear it. do you realize what your doing to me?
It's to the point where ANYTHING you say about "It" happening makes me tear.
and i really don't feel like doing that in front of all these stupid kids.

Cause like you said, this is it.
This is life. And I'm in love with you...
I think that's the only thing I've ever really been sure of in my entire life.
And I'm really messed up right now,
and I got a whole lot of stuff I have to work out,
but I don't want to waste any more of my life without you in it

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
-The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I think I'm going to miss you, alot.






If I had my life to live over again, next time I'd give you more kisses & hold you closer. I'd memorize everything you ever said to me & carry it in my heart like a poem. If I had my life to live over again,
next time I'd find you sooner so I could love you longer and better


Life is made up of years that meant nothing and the moments that meant everything.











. we're going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. and when they ask us what we're doing, you can say, we're remembering. that's where we'll win out in the long run. and some day we'll remember so much that we'll build the biggest goddamn steam-shovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up.

I miss hearing your laughter, and all the little things. I've forgotten what it's like to hold you.

If my fingers clench too tightly it's ‘cause I'm afraid I'll lose my grip. If I think about you nightly it's ‘cause I'm afraid I might forget.

I think it's better to have somone. Even if it hurts. Even if its the most painful thing you've done. Even if it's the most painful thing you've ever had to do. I think it's better to have someone.

I can't stop thinking about where you are, who you're with, what you're doing, and if you even think about me anymore.

i've been lonely tonight. i've been fighting the urge to text him and tell him i miss him. i don't want him to know anymore. i wonder if he misses me at all. it's easiest when i don't see him, i won't deny that. but i just want to be able to see him without it hurting. i don't want him out of my life forever; i don't want him to forget me, but i'm afraid that is already happening...

Babe, I miss your face.

. All I wanted was for him to feel like he couldn't be without me.

I don't exactly know how much longer I can sit here and wait for you for...

The best feeling in the world is not falling in love. It's finally falling out of love with someone who never loved you.

And in some way, I think I recognize that I will never be fully over you, and that part of me will always love you. But most of me understands that this doesn’t work, and I need to move on to be happy

I'm not crying right now because I don't want you to leave. I don't, by the way. I'm crying because I thought that I could be the one who could change your mind. I guess I thought that I was a good enough reason for you to stay.

Sometimes you just have to let them win, because losing the argument is easier than losing them.

There's no point in sitting at home in the favorite sweatshirt you gave me, smelling that unforgetting colonge that hunts my dreams. Everything you have ever said or did, has broken me slowly. i miss you.

I want so badly to tell you how I feel, but I'm scared that after I pour out all my feelings for you, you're just going to stare at me like the words don't mean a thing.

Sometimes when I'm sitting alone, thinking about you, I catch myself missing you.

I should have known better than to think I was the girl you wanted.




It happened gradually over that summer. It started with just a simple phone call, and staying up all night. It started by both of us falling in love.

She knows things are changing and all she can do is pray that he isn't.







A thousand miles away
From your ocean home
Part of me is near
Thoughts of what we were invade
The miles that stand between
We can't separate
Your all I hoped you'd become
Sister I see you
Dancing on the stage
Of memory
Sister I miss you
saying goodbye
Still we fall asleep underneath the same sky
You're all I knew you'd become







I've never been so alone, but I've never been so alive.

You wipe the tears from my eye and you say that all that it takes is a phone call I cry at the thought of being alone and then I wonder how long it will take until I'm home again.


Screaming and saying fuck a lot doesn't really get your point across. Sometimes silence is the most violent option to choose.

Even if we never speak again, remember: I am forever changed by who you are, and what you meant to me

maybe it's not about the happy ending. maybe it's about what you do with your time before you get to the end.
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