Who am I? I'm your shadow.
The shadow that followed you whenever you needed guidance. When you're alone you'd turn back to talk to this miserable and loyal shadow, but when she's with you, you never bother looking back.

I do not remember if it was two years or a past lifetime,
But for sure, I know you were my golden prime.
I do not remember how we drifted apart,
But I definitely remember how we came to a start.

I do not know why I am writing this,
But there is something inside of me that makes me reminisce.
I do not know how to describe this feeling,
But I believe it is the outcome from my past healing.

Boy, you make my heart skip a beat whenever you enter class. There's a lump in my throat whenever you sit next to me. I swear, I'm about to be cross-eyed.

When it comes to breakups, there are only two types of players. There is either the dumper or the dumpee. They both suck because you'll be forever hated or pitied.

"If all I wanted was just not to be alone, I should be happy with just anyone." - (One More Time, One More Chance)

I want nothing of you other than my selfish needs of wanting you.

Boy: I love you.
Girl: So you'll love me even if I don't take a shower for a week?
Boy: That's not even a deal-breaker. If it's a year, I'll be like yo, take a shower or I'll shower you.

"I don't want to lose you, ever. If I ever lose you, then I don't see what's the point of loving anymore."

Boy: You're like a hay in a stack of needles.
Girl: You mean I'm like a needle in a stack of hay.
Boy: No. It's harder to look in a stack of needles than to look in a stack of hay. Everytime you try to look for the soft hay, you get hurt.