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1.       There comes a point where you miss someone so much that you can hear their voice echo in your head & you can hear the names that they used to call you; the words they used to tell you. You memorized their laugh, their smile & their silly ways. You can also feel their arms around you & you don't want to let go even though you know that it's just an illusion. Every time your phone rings, you smile because it's them that's calling you. Every time you hear their name, your heart beats a hundred times faster & sometimes, you can't even breathe. You knew that looking back on the tears would make you laugh but you never knew that looking back on the laughs would also make you cry. And all you would want is to go back in time. Not to the time that you first met, to the time that you were known as nothing but strangers. But no matter what, you're in denial. You hide your feelings, so no one would know. You put on a fake smile & don't let a single tear break through. You're so used to hiding your feelings that you don't even realize the pain you're causing for yourself. Your thoughts become invisible. It's still there, but no one knows. Like a love letter you didn't show. And you're hurting no one but yourself.

2.       Love is passion, obsession; it's someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy & who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head & listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk. If you get hurt, you'll come back, because the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey & not fall deeply in love; well you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try, because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.

3.       No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater. But the love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences, & that's the key. It's like a big pie chart & the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot & sometimes you just got to accept the fact that it's what fate intended for you. Yeah, maybe the girl he's with now is perfect for him, and yeah, maybe he's truly happy with her, but that doesn't mean you're going to be left alone in the dark. What it means is that you're going to get a second chance; a second chance to find the boy who you can fall in love with, who can change everything.

4.       I've realized that true love is any love at any age, regardless of my constanly evolving standards & personal growth. No matter how young I was, or how old I was; how naive, or how adept I was; how narrow-minded, or how mature I was; each boy I've ever loved, I loved truly. Fuck fairytales & dreams. Where's the truth in mixing utopian expectations with fictitious imagination? It isn't about a kiss from a prince or a knight in shining armor. It's not about sleeping beauties & princesses disguised as filthy women who cook & clean. It's more about a brute & a bitch, who look past their faults & become perfect, to and for each other, in their imperfections. It's about yelling, screaming, fighting, living, & dying; as if your own heartache didn't already tell you enough. Search for the truth in the tears that fall from swollen eyes & in the blood that drips from slit wrists & bleeding lips. Pain is real & blood is life. What more appropriate place to find true love right? I've crived rivers & bled lakes for what I know was true, & fuck you for tellng me that it isn't real because I didn't last. If you haven't cried or bled over lost love, then you haven't felt the depths or known the extent at which you truly loved.

5.       I've realized that true love is any love at any age, regardless of my constanly evolving standards & personal growth. No matter how young I was, or how old I was; how naive, or how adept I was; how narrow-minded, or how mature I was; each boy I've ever loved, I loved truly. Fuck fairytales & dreams. Where's the truth in mixing utopian expectations with fictitious imagination? It isn't about a kiss from a prince or a knight in shining armor. It's not about sleeping beauties & princesses disguised as filthy women who cook & clean. It's more about a brute & a bitch, who look past their faults & become perfect, to and for each other, in their imperfections. It's about yelling, screaming, fighting, living, & dying; as if your own heartache didn't already tell you enough. Search for the truth in the tears that fall from swollen eyes & in the blood that drips from slit wrists & bleeding lips. Pain is real & blood is life. What more appropriate place to find true love right? I've crived rivers & bled lakes for what I know was true, & fuck you for tellng me that it isn't real because I didn't last. If you haven't cried or bled over lost love, then you haven't felt the depths or known the extent at which you truly loved.

6.       Because he has been a major part of your life, of course you'll miss him; it's perfectly normal. It's like getting a tooth pulled out; after the dentist pulls it out you're relieved. But how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it was hurting you does not mean you don't notice it. It leaves a gap, & sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It's going to take awhile, but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you pain. Pulling the tooth was the right decision, but it's going to hurt.

7.       I don't know why.
Maybe it's because you're mad,
maybe it's because you're afraid,
maybe it's because you're also a little confused,
maybe it's because you want to act cool;
but whatever the reason,
you're breaking my heart

8.       It's that feeling when you honestly believed you've found the one that's the cure to all your sadness. The one person that makes you feel true happiness. And then you realize that it was all fake. As much as you try to hate this someone for all the right reasons, you begin to love them for the way they make you vulnerable.--