When I say 'I love you', it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.
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My heart can feel what my skin can't touch. With you is where I need to be. I don't care how long it takes to get there but it's right where I need to be.
There she is; sitting in her room listening to love songs, thinking about him, wishing he was there.
I had to be next to you, I was being drawn to you.
She sat there, watching him. His eyes shining, his bright smile. She couldn't get him out of her head. All she wanted was to be with him. She smiled pretending to be happy, but inside her heart was breaking.
When I look into your eyes, I can see my future.
And maybe it's true, I'm falling on you. Maybe there's a chance that you're stuck on me too. So maybe I'm wrong, it's all in my head; maybe we're afraid of words we both haven't said.
Lately I've been talking louder and laughing louder, just to get his attention so that maybe, just maybe, he'll look at me.
You can see that he thinks about her, but he doesn't make a move. He thinks she's too beautiful for him, and she thinks he's too amazing for her. I'm tired of waiting, depending on dreams to help me through every endless night. I need something real..
Just because I have to let you go doesn't mean that I won't think about you every step I take away from you.
I'm not like other girls, and I think that's where you made your first mistake.
All I want is for you to know me again; for me to be in your life, and even if it can't happen right now, I would just like to know that I'm not blocked from your memory.
I'm afraid that when you leave, you won't remember us, and everything we've shared. Because I know I will. It meant everything to me.
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, and the things you never want to lose
I was taught that when you have something good, what you're supposed to do is hang on to it. You know? You hang on to it with both hands. And if someone tries to take it from you, what you do is make sure they pry it from your cold, dead fingers.
