I'm just the type of girl that wears your sweatshirt on the hottest day of the year just because it smells like you.

It's all about those moments that leave you completely breathless. I wish I was 8 years old again. Because nothing else mattered, and all he had to do was tag me and I would be it.

You don't just "get over him". you either still love him, or you never did.

I guess what scares me the most is knowing that at any moment you could rip out my heart and stomp on it, and I'd just pick it up and hand it right back to you.

Lets swing on the swings, and slide down the slides, rock-paper-scissors-shoot for who loves the other one more, then we'll whisper and giggle, and pinky promise we'll never ever stop loving each other.

When you finally get to the point of wanting to give up, stop and think about why you've been holding on for so long.

Lets lay under the stars in each other's arms, pretend that there is no such thing as heartbreak, and promise each other we'll be together forever no matter what happens.

Put a piece of string with a bead on my finger, call it a ring. I won't care that its all that you could afford. Just because you gave it to me makes it worth a million dollars and more.