In life, you have two loves...one who changes the way you see yourself and the world, and the other puts you back together afer you have lost the first.

It was the end of something simple, and the beginning of something else.

I love you too much to start liking you, so don't ever tell me you want to be friends.

I wanna be your first weakness.

And now in the halls we play the contact game with our eyes, I'll look away and you'll try to catch me eyes, and we both end up losers, and this stays so awkward.

Lust is when you remeber a face and forget the feeling. Love is when you forget the face, and could live off the feeling.

Love just gets in the way, confuses people, makes them scattered.

It was the sweetness of your skin, iyt was the hope of all we might have been that filled me with the hope to wish impossible things.

The things that link us deepest, we can't feel, unless they're taken from us.

Until I decide to take my watch off, I will still believe we are just a matter of time.