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She knew she had to be cautious when speaking to him again. For she had her heart on the line. And with simply one wrong move, she could surely find herself falling for that boy all over again.

If you love someone, you'd be willing to give up everything for them, but if they love you back, they'd never ask you to.

Because even if it breaks your heart to be just friends, if you really care about someone, you'll take the hit.

Coming back to you seems to be her favorite habit.

They were in love. You could tell just by the way they looked at each other, like they had the most wonderful secret in the world between them.

when I first met you I never thought that I would love you.

For once, I wish something between us would just happen, good or bad. I wish you had something to tell me; if I should keep holding on, or just let go.

i've been running around for the past year with absolutely no direction. i didn't know what i wanted, all i knew was that you were always there, always in my head, always under my skin

I'm getting really sick of this. I've held back how i feel about you for months. You're my best friend, i have and always will tell you everything, except this is the one thing you don't know about me. I've never felt this way about any guy before, when you send me those "good morning loser." text messages, i always smile knowing that you start off your day thinking about me. You're the only guy i can ever be myself around and every time i talk to you, i fall a little bit harder. Those many four hour phone conversations talking about our futures, i've always lied; i see you in my future. I've never been so sure about what i want, its you.***

and i thought i could do this. and i thought that i could grow emotionless. i thought i could learn to be like you, heartless. but, i was wrong. i've grown attached with every smile and every touch. every word that comes from your lips is drawn in like a mental note in my head.

We talk as if nothing ever happened between us. I smile at you like you never meant anything more than a friend, but look in my eyes, I hope you know I'm dying inside.

tell me i'm not making a mistake. tell me you’re worth the wait.

And honestly. I’m not sure if I should keep holding on or let go. It’s stupid to hold to on to something that just keeps hurting you, but it’s also stupid to let go of everything you ever wanted.

I can't stop thinking about what would have happened if we hadn't given up on each other.

He didnt really do anything wrong to me. I mean yes I liked him more than he obviously liked me, but the only thing he is truly guilty of is teasing me. Its the cute texts, the long hugs, the way he makes me feel.. All hes guilty of is making me insanely happy & then taking that away by dating other girls & never wanting to truly be with me. I cant even blame him for it. Its my fault for falling so damn easily.

i wish i could watch a movie or listen to a song without thinking about you. walking through the bookstore has become a chore because each title, each cover, each beautiful word sends images of you into my mind. i can't even close my eyes without you being there, but imagining you just isn't enough. i want you to be by my side so that each time i'm reminded of you, i can look over my shoulder and be reminded all over again.

here’s to the girls, the ones that stayed up late hoping he'd text back and made up lies pretending he was too busy just to make themselves feel better. here's to the ones that gave him their whole heart just to have it smashed. the ones who couldn't even talk to their best friends about it because it seemed stupid not to be over him yet.

what happened to us? We were perfect together. One day i woke up and nothing was the same anymore. I miss being your favourite reason to smile & i miss seeing your name in my inbox every morning. Most importantly i hate how im sitting here not knowing if i ever cross your mind.*

I often wish on stupid and pointless things, but you, my dear, are not one of them.

Some nights, alone, he thinks of her. And some nights, alone, she thinks of him. Some nights these thoughts, separated by miles and time zones, occur at the same objective moment, and they are connected without ever knowing it.