When i hear his name i think of the word "love"
when he hears mine the word is slightly different... "friend"

My favorite thing to hear is my name...coming from HIS lips.

You told me that you lied about her because you didn't want to hurt me, but what hurt was that you lied.

Boy:my friends say i'm clumsy
girl:why?
boy:because everytime i see you i fall
the girl smiles and says," well then next time hold on."