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Thursday, November 8, 2007

There are times when I cant decidewhether to see you or not, I want to see you because I miss you but there are times when I dont want to see you because everytime I do,the fact that you dont see me the waythat I see you hurts me even more ...
The weirdest thing happened the other morning...I woke up with tears in my eyes...and one rolling down my cheek...and I knew I must have been dreaming of you again.
I'm not supposed to love you,I'm not supposed to care, I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there,I'm not supposed to wonder where you are and what to do, I'm sorry I can't help myself,I'm in love with you.
You're not worth the tears,you're not worth the heartache.I don't know why I give you the time.You're not worth the pain, you're not worth the emptiness. I don't know why I wish you were mine.
I'm sorry for crying over you, because I said I wouldn't.But I didn't promise you that, because I knew it would be a promiseI would never be able to keep.
It takes a couple seconds to say Hello, but forever to say Goodbye.
Nothing hurts more than realising he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him.
Love is a precious gift that people try to hold onto until the end of time,even when there is nothing left to hold.
You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry.True love is when you have to watch a friend leave, with the knowledge that you might never see him again. But you know he'll be in your mind and heart forever...Love starts with a smile, Grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.

I had a dream and it was about you ... I smiled and recalled the memories we had ... then I noticed a tear fell from my eyes ... you know why? Coz in my dream you kissed me and said goodbye ...

Oftentimes we say goodbye to theperson we love without wanting to. Though that doesn’t mean that we've stopped loving them or we've stopped to care. Sometimes goodbye is a painful way to say I love you.

Blogged @ 12:29 AM
A little too not over you -