Forgetful angels make loving you so very hard for me.

I've wasted all my time waiting for you to make up your mind.

All I wanted to do was collapse into somebody's arms and cry today, but nobody was there to catch me.

The fantasy of him is wonderful, but the reality of him just isn't that glamorous anymore.

So where were you? When all this I was going through, you never took the time to ask me just what you could do.

We spend our whole lives searching for the things we want...never really knowing what we have.

It's not the big things that hurt, but rather the smallest questionable shift in tone at the end of a spoken word that can plow most deeply into the heart.

Someday we'll wave hello and wish we'd never waved good-bye.

Feelings are not supposed to be logical.

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate.