Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.

~Paulo Coelho

The only thing I'm holding on to now is the idea of us.

I realize now, why I can't move on. It's because I've got nothing else to move on to. The bases are loaded and I'm stuck on first with no home run in sight.

How far do you drive down a dead-end road, before you have to turn around? You can keep going...but it's always going to be a dead-end.

I hate every breath I take because it shows me that I can still survive without you.

I wrote a story about us and in the end, we weren't together. And no matter how many times I rewrote it, the ending never changed.

The irony is that when I fell so hard for you, you didn't even stumble.

I fervently wish for you to call me, to tell me you suddenly have an answer for me. Just so I can tell you that I don't even care anymore what the answer is.

A hopeless romantic in a hopeless relationship is destined for heartbreak.

I know all about you now. And I hate myself for still wanting you, despite every terrible thing.