Never long for anyone from the past. There is a reason why they never made it to your future.
Everyone's known someone that they just can't help but want.
Sometimes I wonder what you think of me or if you do at all.
Why is it always as soon as I start to like you, you like another girl and when I stop liking you, you like me.
Why is it we always fall for our best friends? Is it because we know we can trust them? Is it because we know them so well? Is it because of the way they know exactly what's going on in our heads? Or is it because they are there any day, anytime, anywhere without the promise of kisses, intimate touches or whispered sentiments of love? I think we love them because they are there when there is nothing in it for them except for that little glimmer of hope that maybe someday there will be.
You think you know me well as a friend... you say you understand me... you claim you can read my mind, predict my moods, sense my feelings... so why don't you realize that I'm so in love with you?
You might just think of me as some girl... but I just want you to know, that I'm the one girl who took one look at you, and fell harder than I ever have in my entire life.
There are so many things I'd like to tell you. I wish you could understand, but if I told you. Both our worlds would change. For good or bad, I'm not sure.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms. Or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea what so ever.
Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you... and I wish on a star that somewhere you're thinking of me, too.
You wonder why I don't talk to you anymore and please believe me when I say it's not that I don't want to, it's just that everything I want to say I can't tell you anymore.