January 21, 2013

• We’re young tonight

  

  We go to school everyday. We learn pointless things, but we are never taught how to make moments last. But I think the most unfair thing is at the end of high school, we are tested on something we are never taught – we have to stand in front of each other and say goodbye.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  A heartbreak isn’t always as loud as a bomb exploding. sometimes, it’s like a feather falling, & the only person who can hear it is you.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  When love is not madness, it is not love.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I guess that’s what happens at the end, you start thinking about the beginning.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  The cracks in the sidewalks remind us that even the strongest things can break sometimes.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Almost everyone you know, without exception, has their heart all wrapped around someone who will never love them back.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  There are things we easily forget. People we think are easily replaceable. Relationships we throw away because we think it’s not worth our time and effort. And then there are those that we cant let go at all, no matter how bad the memories were. We hang on to them because when all is said and done, when people finally left and relationships weaken, memories are all we would ever have.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  You’re not my friend. Friends don’t look at each other the way we do.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I’m the type of girl who will fall for a guy she barely knows. Who will listen to a love song and see his face. Who will look for him wherever she goes. I’m the type of girl who doesn’t get over things easily. Who will beat herself up when someone doesn’t love her back. Who will cry herself to sleep cause she feels she’s not good enough. But I’m also the type of girl who’s strong. Who can cry her eyes out, then forbid them to come back the next morning. Who will blast some old pop song and sing at the top of her lungs because she feels like it. Who will be no one but herself.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

  
  
  
  
  
  

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