The few hours I spent with you are worth the thousand hours I spend without you.
Just because I moved on doesn't mean I won't be here if you change your mind.
And if you were to say 'come with me', even now I might go.
Broken heart again. Another lesson learned. Better know your friends. Or you will get burned.
I don't know which is worse, being the one with the broken heart or being the person that breaks the hearts.
Hold my hand, just one more time, so I can remind myself why it is that I can't get over you.
We are afraid to care to much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.
For a few minutes you made me feel as though I actually meant something to someone.
Sometime you just have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say good-bye.
Sometimes the memories are worth the pain.