I certainly didn't tell anyone; I didn't advertise that I was doing this, but I didn't necessarily also make sure no one could see that I was injured. In fact, I felt proud of it; I felt good about it. It was like a battle scar: it proved that I had been grievously wounded and survived. When I hid my scars, I did so because I didn't want anyone to think I was a basket case or a mental case and to look down on me or to pity me or to stop hanging out with me - leave me because they couldn't. handle me...
Wait for the man who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the man who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you. The one who turns to his friends and says, 'thats her...'
I tried to hold onto what we had, but you didn't even make an effort. You lied you cheated and left me to cry all alone once again. And when I return looking more beautiful and confident than ever before all I want you to realize is what you had and what you will never have again.
I smile, I smile all the time, you're just not around to see it.
Kiss me. Kiss me with the intensity that is fueled by the desperate craving of one lover for the other.
How can you understand me when I can't understand myself?
I just wonder how many people never get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to have.
It's the way that he makes you feel, it's the way that he kisses you it's the way that he makes you fall in love...
I want to be the girl who makes your bad days better, and the one that makes you say "my life has changed since I met her".
You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip.
The hardest part of life is having to let go of your fears, and facing the facts: you can't always get what you want, life isn't a box of chocolates, and your favorite TV series will always have a crappy ending.
Love is like falling down... in the end you're left hurt, scarred, and with a memory of it forever.