You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love.
I think that after the first time you give your heart away, you never get it back. The rest of your life is just you pretending that you still have a heart.
She has the kind of love that can stain your soul, make you beg not to have one, just to escape the spell she’s put you under. I’ve tried to break myself of her over and over, but it’s pointless. I’ve got more of her in my veins than blood.
I have finally accepted that there are consequences to every action. I earned them and they are rightfully mine. There is no time to make bad decisions. Every step is precious. The definition of living is mine.
There is more to loving someone than just making yourself happy. You have to want him to be happier than you are.
When they’re together, it’s like putting a hurricane and a tornado in the same room – you can feel the tension. I didn’t believe in the cliche of soul mates until I saw them together.
Love is illogical. You fall into it like a manhole. Then you’re just stuck. You die in love more than you live in love.
I had now officially secured my front row seat on the train to Hell. Choo choo.
Broken people give broken love. And we are all a little broken. You just have to forgive and sew up the wounds love delivers, and move on.
Please don’t forget me, because the possibility of that hurts more than anything else.
I fell in love underneath a tree.
Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. Love is mean, but it’s good. It keeps us alive.
He was my crack. I could never get enough, and when I had him I was already thinking about when I could have him next.
How many times can a heart be broken before it is beyond mend?
I was a relationship retard. I kicked, shoved, and punched people out of my life, so they never had a chance to hurt me.
I take my first step and then my second, and right before the door closes, I look once more over my shoulder. Caleb is still under the tree, he winks at me, and I smile.
Maybe our souls touched underneath that tree. Maybe I decided to love her. Maybe love wasn’t our choice. But when I looked at that woman, I saw myself differently.