I was falling, descending, gravitating, plummeting to the ground with alarming speed; but somehow, that was okay, because the wind was on my face and it felt like I was flying, and thats all I had ever wanted, all along.

He was perfect... from the moment I saw him I knew he was my Romeo.But when I turned around, I saw him kiss his Juliet. And so I fell from that balcony, hard and fast, nobody there to catch me. I don't just mean metaphorically.

Love: keeps me smiling through the bad times, making me cry during the good times, just because i want to share them with him

I promised that I would no let myself be fooled again
I told myself that I fall far too easily
And yet he finds his way into my head
Am I fickle or is it OK this time?

I will sing you a love song of a thousand tears. A story of a girl and a boy, controlled by their emotions. A story without a happy ending. A love song without the crappy analogies. This time it was the real thing.

People say that you always find things in the last place you look. Duh, when you find it you stop looking!

You can never love someone with all your heart if you havent learned to love yourself.

Maybe if you stopped wasting time asking yourself the questions, you might find the answers sooner

If you spend most of your life getting hurt, maybe it's your fault. maybe you're too scared to find the person who won't hurt you because you know that they can hurt you the most.

Life is nothing. Living is everything.