I'm old enough to know better, but young enough to do it anyways.

When we were younger we believed in the happy endings, in fairy tales. That if we had a dream we could accomplish it, that our parents could do no wrong in our eyes, that our friends would be there for us, that we could just be us and not have people judge us, that we could run around and scrape our knees and get dirty and not worry about what we looked like.

A guy out there was meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He'll brush the hair out of your eyes. Send you flowers when you least expect it. He'll stare at you during the movies. He'll call to say goodnight or just because he is missing you. He'll look in your eyes and tell you, you're the most beautiful girl in the world, and for the first time in your life, you'll believe it.

In my shoes, just to see what it's like to be me.

I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to.

Feel your pain, you feel mine.

Go inside each other's mind, just to see what we find.

Look at shit through each other's eyes.

But don't let them say you ain't beautiful.

They can all get fucked, just stay true to you.

You don't die of a broken heart, you only wish you did.

Life isn't about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. It's not about money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that.
But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness, and compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not for what they have. Most of all, it is about living your life to touch someone else's.

You never really fall out of love with your first love, you just find somebody else who can cover up the feelings, but every once in a while you still wonder what could have been and a tear runs down your face.

As I look back on my past,

I remember the tears I cried,

the jokes I laughed at,

the things I missed and lost,

but there's one thing I'll never regret,

the day I fell in love with you.

It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now, you kicked me when I was down. Fuck what you say, just don't hurt me, you don't hurt me no more and I don't need you, don't want to see you.
You show me nothing but hate, you ran me into the ground, but what comes around goes around. That's right, and I don't need you no more.

I'm the smoke from your fire,

I'm that lie you can trust,

I'm the chord on your guitar,

I'm that girl you can't shut up.

I'm that blood you might need,

in your car when you speed,

in that cigarette you breathe.

You can't get rid of me.

The truth is, you could slit my throat and with my one last breath, I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.

I figured out that tears couldn't make somebody who was dead alive again. There's another thing about tears, they can't make somebody that doesn't love you anymore love you again. It's the same with prayers. I wonder how much of their lives people waste crying and praying to God. If you ask me, the devil makes more sense than God does.
I can see why people would want him around. It's good to have somebody to blame for all the bad stuff they do. Maybe God's there, because people get scared of all the bad stuff they do. They figure that God and the Devil are always playing this game of tug-of-war game with them. And they never know which side their gonna wind up on. I guess that tug-of-war idea explains how sometimes, even when people try and do something good, it still turns out bad.

The worst thing in life is to lose a friend,

a friend that means the world to you,

a friend that you put all your trust and faith in,

a friend that took the centre of your heart,

a friend that you'd die for,

a friend that you wanted to cherish for a lifetime,

a friend, a good friend, a best friend.

Es difícil guardar un secreto cuando lo llevas escrito por todo el cuerpo.

You will never forget your first love, that's what makes it so special. You love so hard, so deeply, so intensely, because you don't know any different. It's the best until it's over, then you hurt like you've never hurt before. Eventually you love again, but you love differently. You will love more carefully, more cautiously. Just know that there is always so much more love waiting for you, but there will always only be one first.

Los años pasaron, pero jamas volvi a sentir soledad, incluso en mis momentos mas tristes, se que no es el viento el que acaricia mi cara.

♥ Don't think of him as gone away, this journey has just begun, life holds so many phases, this Earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting from the sorrows and the tears, in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years.

Think how he must be wishing that we could know today, how nothing but our sadness can really pass away.

And think of him as living in the hearts of those he touched, for nothing loved is ever lost and Heath was loved so much ♥

For me, it's always been you, always. I've tried to fight it, I've tried to deny it, but I can't.

A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his.
How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?

♥ I fell in love with him when we were together, then fell deeper in love in the years we were apart ♥

Me imagine sola, sin alguien que me cuide, que me quiera con todos mis defectos, que quiera despertar conmigo todos los dias.
Me imagine mi vida sin el y no puedo soportarlo.

I don't pray because it doesn't work.
Prayer doesn't fix anything.
Bad things happen anyway.

Always together, forever apart.

I may not be his first, his last, or his only. He's cared about someone else before me and possibly will again, but he cares for me now, and that's all that matters. I don't expect him to be perfect, because I know I'm flawed as well. And it's true, he may not think of me every second of everyday and I may not be the center of his universe but he gave me a part of him that he knows I can't break. So I won't hurt him, or try to change him and I won't expect more than I know he can give. My only promise is that I will smile when he makes me happy, yell when he makes me mad, miss him when he's not there, and love him like he'll never break my heart.

Technically I'm single. Emotionally I'm completely taken, because in my mind I'll always be his girl, even if he doesn't want me anymore.

♥ He was my dream. He made me who I am, and holding him in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat ♥

I want to say I'm sorry, I want you to know I care. I want to say I'm blind for seeing something that wasn't there.
I should have been more trusting, and listened to my heart, because you're the only thing I need and it's tearing me apart.

I would have loved you anyway, I'd do it all the same, not a second I would change, not a touch that I would trade.
Had I known my heart would break, I would've loved you anyway.

If I should die tonight, and the reason remain unknown, tell not to the whole world, but to the one I love that I died of a broken heart. Not because he loved me too little, but because I loved him too much.

Since the first time he ran his fingers through my hair,

since the first time our hands became one,

since the first time his hugs eased my pain

and since the first time his kisses took my breathe away...

I knew I'd never be the same.

I'd rather be the girl he runs to when his heart gets broken than the girl who broke his heart.

Yes, losing your hearts desire is tragic, but gaining your hearts desire is all you can hope for. That year I wished for love, to immerse myself into someone else and to wake a heart afraid to heal. My wish was granted. If having that is tragic, then give me tragedy, because I wouldn’t give it back for the world.

♥ When I think of you and me and what we shared, I know it would be easy for others to dismiss our time together. That's why I don't tell people about us. They wouldn't understand and I don't feel the need to explain, simply because I know in my heart how real it was, how real this is. When I think of you I can't help smiling, knowing that you've completed me somehow. I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you'll take me in your arms again ♥

And it's hard to look at you, because when you look at me I can only imagine that your picturing some girl who just can't let go. But not so long ago, a boy walked into the room and at the first glance I took, I knew that somehow this boy would change my life forever. And I didn't know how, and I didn't know why, but all I knew was that something was bound to happen. And then, something did and I knew that things would never be the same. And here I am, almost three years later, and I'm still remembering the day when that boy first walked through the door and how he's changed me.

As bad as it was, I learned something about myself. That I could go through something like that and survive. I mean, I know it could have been worse, but for me, it was all I could have handled at the time and I learned from it.

♥ Every time I follow my heart ...
it leads me to him ♥

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go, at least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer, I didn't ever want to lose that.

You and I shared something wonderful and I never want to forget that. I fell in love with you, but more than that, meeting you made me realize what true love really means. For the past two and a half years, I've been staring at every full moon and remembering everything we've been through together. I remember how talking to you that first day felt like coming home.
There's so much more, too. When I close my eyes, I see your face. When I walk, it's almost as if I can feel your hand in mine. Those things are real to me, but where they once brought me comfort, now they leave me with ache. I understood your reason for leaving, and I respected your decision. I still do, but we both know our relationship changed after that. We changed, and in your heart, I think you realized it, too. Maybe the time apart was too much, maybe it was just our different worlds. I don't know. Somehow, even though we still loved each other, we lost that magical bond that kept us together.
I'll understand if you never want to talk to me again, just as I'll understand if you hate me. Part of me hates me, too. Writing this forces me to acknowledge that, and when I look in the mirror, I know I'm looking at someone who isn't sure she deserves to be loved at all. I mean that.
Even though you may not want to hear it, I want you to know that you'll always be a part of me. In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I'll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace. You're the first man I ever truly loved and no matter what the future brings, you will always be, and I know that my life is better for it.

I loved you, I really did. I loved the way your eyes reached into my soul, the way your smile made me smile.
I loved the way your fingers ran through my body. I loved the way when you smiled your dimples got so big, but so adorable. I loved the way that when you holded me it's like nothing else matters. I loved the way your hand always seems to find mine. I loved the way when you got mad you got a little wrinkle in your forehead. I loved the way your words touched my heart in only a way that can be described as love. I loved the way you holded my hand and kissed me.
But mostly I just loved you.

♥ I held him close to me with my eyes closed, wondering if anything in my life had ever been this perfect and knowing at the same time that it hadn't.
I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be ♥

I miss you so much it hurts.

♥ And when his lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when I first kissed the man of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever ♥

You remembered me of him, strong and kind, confident… in your own way. You even look like him.
He and I met in the subway platform just like you and I met. Like you, he carried a handkerchief. I was very sick at that time and he take care of me, like you did. As you and I got to know each other, I felt the clog begins to lift a little bit. I thought it was the similarities between you and him, and so, I decided that you and I would do everything he and I done; that way, it would almost like he never died and the pain would stop.
Because on our 33rd day together, he bought me a rose, I ask you to do the same. Because he and I planned our future under this tree, I chose it for you and I as well. Because he and I had a favorite restaurant, I bought you there. Because he died in the ocean, I pushed you to go in and then saved you.
All of those was crazy and selfish and wrong, I know, but grief can make us crazy. Anyway, it didn’t work and at certain point I realized I didn’t like you because of him, I liked you because I like you. And every time I started to be happy, I would stop myself. It felt wrong to be happy; it felt wrong to let go and just forget about him, even for just a minute. It felt I was betraying him. All I can do was hurt you, and that’s not me, that’s not me at all. And someday I hope I can show you as much.
Something has to be done. In order for us to have a chance in the future, I have to make a break with the past and for this I needed time. I hope I heal while we’re apart, and sit with you while reading this. But if I'm not, it's not because I don’t love you, because I do. It's not because I don’t miss you, because I miss you already. It just means that I’m not better and the story isn’t over yet.

♥ I have no idea where you are out in the world and I understand that I lost the right to know these things a long time ago. So I just hope that you're safe, wherever you are, and that you're happy. And I hope that on a night like tonight, you still think of me. And so I want you to know that no matter what happens, no matter where you are in the world, no matter how many years go by, no matter if you say it back or not, I know it's as true as it ever was, as it always will be.
I love you ♥

This time, this place. Misused, mistakes. Too long, too late.
Who was I to make you wait?
Just one chance, just one breath, just in case there's just one left because you know, you know, you know. That I love you, I have loved you all along and I miss you. Been far away for far too long. I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go. Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore.
On my knees, I'll ask last chance for one last dance, because with you I'd withstand all of hell to hold your hand. I'd give it all, I'd give for us. Give anything but I won't give up, because you know, you know, you know that I love you, I have loved you all along and I miss you. Been far away for far too long. I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go. Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore.
I wanted you to stay, because I needed you to know that I love you, I have loved you all along and I forgive you for being away for far too long.

I would rather have had
one breath of his hair,
one kiss from his mouth,
one touch of his hand,
than eternity without it.

I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.

The man of my dreams has almost faded now, the one I have created in my mind. The sort of man each woman dreams of in the deepest and most secret reaches of her heart. I can almost see him now before me. What would I say to him, if he were really here? Forgive me, I have never known this feeling, I've lived without it all my life. Is it any wonder, then, that I fail to recognize you? You, who brought it to me for the first time. Is there any way I can tell you how my life has changed? Any way at all to let you know what sweetness you have given me? There is so much to say... I cannot find the words. Except for these-- I love you! Such would I say to him, if he were really here.

Claro que se lo que es el amor. Es confuso, extraño y te hace hacer y decir muchas estupideces, pero esta bien, porque la otra persona piensa que es lindo.
Cuando lo veo a el, veo el futuro. Veo hermosos bebes con sus ojos y su pelo, veo camionetas llenas de basura para bebe dentro, veo el departamento lleno de pañales y biberones y tonterias innecesarias que compran los papás… y sabes que? No me asusta. No me asusta en absoluto el hecho de que probablemente no dormire, ni podre comprar o gastar dinero en cosas que ahora si, o que probablemente me salgan canas de todos los malditos enfermos que tendre que alejar de mis hijas… no me da miedo. Porque tambien veo su sonrisa, veo su cara de satisfaccion y orgullo al mirar a nuestros hijos. Veo como me sonrie cuando llevo a mis brazos a alguno de ellos. Y eso hace que todo valga la pena, el verlo feliz hace que todo el infierno que tuve que pasar en mi vida valga la pena, porque me guio a el y nunca habia sentido la satisfaccion de ver sonreir a alguien gracias a mi. Y es lo mas maravilloso del mundo escuchar que me ama, a mi. Y se que no me equivoco, se que lo amo, se que compartir mi vida con el es la decision correcta, porque la estoy compartiendo con mi mejor amigo.

Me enseñaste la realidad de la vida. Me enseñaste que yo no soy ninguna princesa, que vos no sos un principe azul a lomos de su caballo blanco, y que la vida no es ningun cuento de hadas. Y eso, es lo mejor que podias haber hecho por mi.

♥ Destiny is the bridge you build to the one you love ♥