Monday, May 23, 2011

Even though we don't always see eye to eye. Even though we don't always talk. Even though we don't always see each other. I still care about you. Until the end.
There's a difference between pretty and beautiful when someone is pretty, they have a good appearance. But when someone is beautiful, they shine on the inside and out.
He's the kind of boy with eyes that will make her forget how badly she's been hurt before.
Missing someone isn't about how long it has been since you've seen them or the amount of time since you've talked. It's about that very moment when you're doing something and wishing they were right there with you.
If the world were to end within the next ten minutes, you're the one I'd want to spend those minutes with.
Learning to count is good. Learning what counts is better.
Missing someone gets easier every day because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will.
She's the type of girl that can be so hurt but still look at him and smile. She's the type of girl who is willing to brighten his down, even when she can't brighten her own.
And if you've got to believe in something, make it us. Because we've got love and devotion and trust. What we've got was strong right from the start.
A while ago, we were complete strangers. Now look at us. We can't live without each other.
If you've ever had one of those times when youv'e clutched a pen or something else in your hand for a long time, only to look down and be surprised that you are still holding it long after your need for it had passed, you'll understand sometimes we get so used to holding that we forget to let go.
You're the only one who could make me laugh at absolutely nothing.
Seeing him was like hearing an old song come on the radio; bringing up so many old feelings and memories that you can't tune out.
This isn't a perfect world. People get hurt. You smile when you feel like crying. You act like you're okay when you're falling apart, but you have to let go and move on because there is nothing else you can do.
Sure, I think other guys are cute, but every time I see a cute guy, I'm reminded of how cute you are, of how much I love you, of how sweet you are, of how you can always brighten my day, and suddenly, that other guy doesn't look so good anymore.
Some people are easy to get over. They only take a week or two. But sooner or later, you'll find the one who has changed everything about you, and no matter how hard you try, you can't find the words to say goodbye.
Even a trillion hearts are still too few to hold all the love I have for you.
It's when you're having the worst day ever and the touch of his hand makes everything better.
She says she doesn't care, but the look on her face tells a whole different story.
If I die, you can sell my organs, but I don't reccommend the heart. It's too broken.
I'll take you over any box of chocolate, single rose or diamond ring. Because to me, you are my everything.
Boys will break your heart. Friends will betray you. Parents will seem too strict and life will annoy you. But you should always remember that there's a purpose for these things to be happening to us. So keep your head up and your spirits high because if you don't, life will just pass you by.
My heart, it feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange--no gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me, too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.
I miss the way we used to be. I miss the way we used to talk. We used to talk about everything and nothing at the same time. It was always comfortable. Now, I'd be lucky if you even say hi to me.
And just like that, in two weeks time, I learned to lie and say its fine.
She is the type of girl that wishes on stars, even though she knows nothing will happen. She still wants some hope that her life will be better. She wishes to be prettier, a stronger person. But most of all, with tears running down her face, she wishes for him.
Listen, kid. Love is the only chance for happiness you'll ever get in this life, and if you're going to let a little thing like rejection stand in your way. Baby, you might as well stay right there on the ground, because people are going to be walking all over you for the rest of your life.
So go on, let her bottle up her feelings while she sits on the edge of her bed, wondering why she deserves everything you put her through and she can pray for a better day.
You kiss a hell of a lot better than you listen. Maybe that's why I can't get enough of you.
I'm not a jealous person, I'm just a girl that would love to punch every girl in the face that gives you a second look.

2 comments:

  1. I am a Muslim .. I believe in love, because my religion calls for love .. I like this blog, but this picture took hold psychologically
    I hope if you know the true facts of Islam, and the distinction between Islam and terrorism and extremists who are in the name of every religion not just Islam.
    http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCv16Fq2Rf8/Tduk7XJCM7I/AAAAAAAASg0/FZb1W6LNfnM/s1600/tumblr_lixj6i4aCJ1qaobbko1_400.png

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  2. :)..that true becoze i'm islam :) and i'm proud :)

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