I saw this book and thought of you. Saw just about everything and thought of you.

You know that when I hate you, it's because I ove you to a point that unhinges my soul.

I can't hep but sit here and think of all the stupid stuff we've done together. I wouldn't want to be stupid with anyone but you.

Don't say we aren't right for each other, the way I see it, we aren't right for anyone else.

It's a curious thought, but it's only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realie just how much you love them.

I never knew what I had until the first day that it wasn't there.

And I don't understand by the way you look at me why we can't be together.

I miss you. Not enough to want you back, just enough for it to hurt.

There are so many things that I'm not sure of in life, but with all certainty at this very minute, all I know is that I miss him.

You hurt me so bad, but maybe it's my fault, 'cause I stuck around just long enough so you could.