I loved him so much and I cared for him deeply but he took advantage of me in every conceivable way. I won't deny it, I knew. Why did I let it go on? Because I hoped I was wrong.

I text message him, hoping and praying for a reply. When he does reply, he tells me 'bet you were surprised that I messaged back.' It's either he's crazy, I'm crazy or we're both nuts.

She's beautiful, talented, speaks the same language as him, is of the same ethinicty and he loves to spend time with her. And me... I'm none of those things. Then why is it that I'm still clinging to that 0.0001% chance?

There's always that one person who looks at you intently, who listens to every word that escapes from your mouth and who hides all these things perfectly. Time to play some hide and seek.

I buy him what he needs, I go down to my knees to help him, and I go out of my way to comfort him. What do I get in return? His 'I've got her where I want her' smile.

When we look into each other's eyes, we both know that we'll never be together. We still walk side by side though, because the road hasn't diverged yet.

Have you ever loved a man whose every move is calculated? No? Well then, you better start calculating ahead of time.

Love is like a spiderweb, the harder you struggle, the more tangled up you become and the harder it is to escape.

You tell me 'I knew someone would tell me this someday...but I didn't think it was gonna be you, I thought you knew me.' And I cry on the phone, it's because I know you that I say this.

I kissed you tenderly and told you 'I hope that you see it in some girl's eyes someday' because I knew you'd never love me. You kissed my nose and asked me what 'it' was. I smiled and said, 'The world.'