Love- another form of suicide

It hurts so much to talk to you as just friends.

I can't stand the way you look at her. I know what you're thinking. I know what you're feeling. I get the same why when I look at you.

It's just like me writting your name on a foggy window and watching it fade away...

Why does every sad song remind me of our relationship?

She looks into the mirror as she wipes away her running mascara and whispers, "I'm so stupid."

When everything goes wrong, and I'm struggling to keep the tears back, all i want to do is run to you and be swept up in your arms.

Say "I love you" only when it is completely and uterly obvious, and doesn't need to be said.

Life is too short so, kiss slowly, laught insanely, love truly, and forgive quickly.

Love is: when you miss him even before he's gone, when you could listen to him talk forever and never get tired of hearing to his voice, when the sound of his name sends chills down your spine and when you see his smile as soon as you close your eyes.