Her feelings just don't matter anymore.
They've become only petty thoughts.
She's been living in their past.
And he's completely just forgot.

Six years of putting you first, when you put me last. Six years of hoping one day everything I did would be worth it in the end. And six years of finally realizing that you'll only begin to appreciate it when, for once, you no longer have it.

Instead of telling me you love me: SHOW IT.

I thought you were it. My one and only. My everything. The light in my life. Blah Blah Blah. Turns out I don't know what love is anymore.

You just took [everything I had] for granted.

"I thought you were my Happily Ever After, but you turned out to be my Once Upon a Time..."

"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." -Plato

Happiness is there if you let it be.

Whatever it is we had, it's gone. And I don't just miss it, I need it back.

"Falling down is apart of life. Getting back up is living."