"I know you're seeing someone else! You don't even have the decency to remove her lipstick!"

(He wipes his mouth on his hand)

"And when did I ever say that the lipstick was around your mouth?"

I love you, and I never want to stop doing so.

Need I say any more?

&& for once, my dear I'm not being quiet because I'm upset, or angry. I'm quiet because all I want to do is sit here and look at you.

I sit here quietly, not making a sound. You think that I'm upset, but, on the inside, I'm the happiest girl alive.

Why? Because I have you, and that's all I need.

You tripped me up, and now I'm falling and falling even more in love with you every day.
The problem? You don't even know I exist.

'Everything that has a beginning has an end'.
I've had my beginning, but when will I end?

She dreams of the day when it will be her name written on his hand, scribbled on his desk, etched into his heart.

Sadly, that day will never come.

If you were to ask me how many times you ran through my head while you were gone, I would say 'only once', because you never even left my thoughts for one second.

Such a lovely smile, and against my will,
I loved you, but you didn't love back.
Because, baby, if only looks could kill,
I'd be six feet under, buried in a sack.

He asks me what he said that made me upset. I reply with 'Baby, it's what you didn't say that has broken my heart'.