If my life story is still being written why does it feel like the end is near?

I miss you like the rain,
Love you like my friends,
and
I want to be with you like peanutbutter and jelly...

Let your heart sore like a bird in the sky

Beginning today i will tell nothing but the truth, my words will become my only proof...

In the darkness of day, you are my burning light...

I am an unperfect person looking for something as perfect as true love.......

Just the thought of losing him terrified me,
But when i left him the nightmare turned into a dream...

It is almost funny the way love can change our lives...

Have you every noticed good things take time but really great things happen in a blink of an eye?

Why does it rain on those who deserve the sun?