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.

Someday, someone will walk into your life, and you'll realize why it never worked out with anyone else.

Don't ever be so afraid of heartache that you forget to love.

When you run into love, and it seems like some psychadelic mystery, look at it again, and again, and keep looking at it until the only mystery is how you've gotten by so long without it.

Open your eyes, because what you don't see might be exactly what you're looking for.