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Trying to forget someone that you love is like trying to remember someone you never
met.
& if you're not getting answers :;
ask better questions -- cartel
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so
vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it
means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up
all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing
can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other
stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of
you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss
you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love
takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you
crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be
just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.
It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-
hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” -Neil
Gaiman
“Love is when he is mean to you and you still want him, it's when he
ignores you and you still love him, it's when he loves another girl but
you still smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really want to do
is cry.”
I suppose I'm a little bit scared. You might not like it that I felt so much
for him.
But that was then. You are here now.
You make me and define me. It's over after all but he's still a part
of me.
And I want you to know all about it, so there are no secrets.
In this weird twisted way, I know you miss me liking you, not because I
want to believe it's true, but because you'll never find a girl that can
put up with you like I did; you'll never find a girl who will care as much
as I did, because no one will waste all their love on someone like you,
like I did.
In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about. Some,
you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder
if they ever think about you. And then there are the few you wish you
never had to think about again.
But you do.
It's YOU. You mean everything to me... you are the first thought in
my head in the morning when I wake up; my last thought before I go to
bed. You smile at me in my dreams... when you are sad, I feel sad, and
when I see your true smile, I feel incredible, like there is no other
thing around and all I can see is you.
Love? We think about it, sing about it, dream about it, lose sleep
worrying about it. When we don't have it, we search for it; when we
discover it, we don't know what to do with it; when we have it, we fear
losing it. It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. Be we can't
predict which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word,
easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without.