I guess this time you're really leaving. I heard your suitcase say goodbye. And as my broken heart lies bleeding, you say, "True love; it's suicide."

There is no definition for love, but when you've find it, you'll know.

There is no definition for love, but when you've found it, you'll know.

He's the only reason why I wake up in the morning and he doesn't even know or care and that breaks my heart. And if he breaks my heart, then why do I still like him?

I think I'd miss you even if we had never met...

The Wedding Date

The bad thing about a girl with a broken heart
is that she starts to hand out the pieces
to anyone who comes around.

I think, therefore I know... And I think I love you.

^_^

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment

I was worn out, broken: He had taken almost everything. But he'd been all I'd had, all this time. And when the police led him away, I pulled out of the hands of all these loved ones, sobbing, screaming, everything hurting, to try and make him stay.

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's learning how to dance in the rain.