He ignores you, but you like him. He does nothing, but you fall for him. You miss him; even though you know he's never thought about you.

If you hold back feelings because you're afraid of getting hurt, you end up hurting anyways.

I still get butterflies even though I've seen you a hundred times.

Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain. Someday we'll know why the sky is blue. Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you.

Why am I so afraid to lose you when you're not even mine?

Should I smile because we are friends? Or cry because we'll never be anything more?

I'm scared to tell you how I feel because I know that you're too good for me and the possibility that you like me too seems so impossible.

I'm not mad. I want to be, but I just can't. And when I talk about him, my eyes still sparkle.

You'll never know how it feels to have the one person who means everything to you; make you feel like you're nothing.

I hate you, and then I love you. It's like I want to throw you off a cliff, then rush to the bottom to catch you.