To Go Out On A Wire

I started placing all my bets the day that we met.

To Draw Me In

There's just something about you that makes me completely lose my breath.

To Smile At All Your Words

Ever since I met him, it's not even worth thinking of anyone else.

To Let Go && Move On

I'm not your ex-girlfriend; it's more like…I’m the best thing you ever let go.

To Find You At Last

That's what you don't get. To find two people who have the same heart isn't a coincidence. It's a miracle. And it happens every day.

To See Us Fall Apart

No, it's not what you said && it's not how you said it,
But it all came undone the moment you meant it.

To Guide My Thoughts

The person you end up needing the most is the one you swore you never wanted to start with.

To You I Dedicate This

The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met. Maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.

To Never Lose Hope

Sometimes in order for something beautifully miraculous to happen, you have to make it through a terrible tragedy with hope for a better tomorrow.

&& baby you're all I've hoped for!!

To Display Courage

I still wish you'd never let go, but I can't change that now. I believe that a small part of me will always miss you. I also believe that my heart will always leap to the ceiling when I see you. But I can't let this affect my life, like it has for the past two months, anymore. I refuse to be cynical about love because of you. This is it, I've found my bravery. I'm over you && moving on.

To Forget These Memories

I guess that it's typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago of you && a friend that you used to know.

To Dream

Last night I dreamt of you for the first time in awhile. I saw your smile again. Your eyes again. And I felt your love for me again.

But when I woke up I realized, that youre not mine still. You don't smile for me anymore. Your eyes don't stare into mine anymore. And you don't love me anymore.

To Be Perfectly Honest

I loved the thought of you. Not you.

To Realize That You Can't Make Him Stay

So I kno that this is different from mi other posts but I read this story and had to share it. I feel like every girl who has had her heart broken can in someway connect to this:

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He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.

“Don’t,” she says, moving her hands in a subconscious “yes” pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. “You don’t even know my favorite color.” The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.

“Red,” he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.

“And how many dogs do I have?”

“Two,” he says, and she laughs wildly at his luck as he nuzzles her neck.

“I’m trying to save you,” she tells him, pushing fruitlessly against his broad shoulders. “So you don’t wake up tomorrow and regret this.” He smiles, cupping the back of her head and pulling her to him so their lips brush.

“Maybe I don’t want to be saved.”
—-

The sun shines the next morning in an artificially happy way; the gravel is especially sharp against her bare feet. Bewildered but happy, she stands on her tiptoes to hug him goodbye. “If I ever see you again, I-“ he stops her with a kiss.

“When you see me again. ‘When,’ not ‘if.’”

The next day as she spills a bottle of peppermint syrup down her apron at the local coffee shop, he shows up and orders a large latte and a kiss.

—-

It took one month before they began to officially date, and a couple more after that before he whispered “I love you.”

But in retrospect, it had only taken an hour with him to know that he would change her life forever.

—-

“Why don’t you write anymore?” he asks from the loft above her. She petulantly puts down her pen and sighs.

“I can’t think of anything to say. I have no words left.”

He slits open his eyes and quirks his mouth. “You stopped writing when you met me.”

She neither confirms nor denies the statement. She instead clambers up next to him and tugs on his foot thoughtfully. “I’ll start writing again.” A grin spreads across her face. “Will you still think well on me? When I’m a famous author and all?” She tosses her hair around, and he grabs her hands in his and pulls her down so she topples over on him.

“Well, I’ll be married to you, so I think that’s a yes.”

He releases her and throws himself backwards on the pillow. She cuts off the overhead light and smiles at the ceiling, listening to the bedroom noises long after his breathing becomes deep and regular.

—-

“You deserve better,” he tells her. “I’m nothing. I’m worthless. You deserve someone…perfect.”

“I don’t want perfect, I just want you.”

—-

The frequent fights have begun to take their toll.

The most recent left her almost as breathless as the makeup sex. Both were frantic, driven by anger, and painful. She lies quietly next to him, one hand resting lightly on his ribs, and makes no sudden movements. She can’t afford to scare him away after fighting so hard to keep him.

“I’ve started smoking pot again,” he whispers into the silence of the room. She cannot respond to this, and so she says nothing.

What he does not have to say: I am weak.

What she does not have to respond: I know.

—-

She can’t keep herself from kissing him, can almost talk herself into believing that because he is unhooking her bra this will all turn out ok. She will live happily ever after. Their hands fumble, quick and practiced, but it feels wrong this time.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” she asks, running her lips along his jaw. “Are you going to stay with me? Am I going to stay with you?”

“Does it matter right now?” he asks, his palms sliding almost lovingly against the curves of her waist.

Afterwards as he pulls on a pair of boxers, she becomes starkly aware, for the first time, of her nudity, her vulnerability. “We shouldn’t have done that,” he says, shaking his head. Then—“I think we should take a break.”

So it did matter, she realizes, watching the grey evening light slip through the venetian blinds and over her naked body. It mattered more than anything.

—-

The Saturday seems like every other Saturday they’ve spent together over the past 14 months, except he is curled in a chair, futilely avoiding the elephant in the room, and she has welcomed it with open arms.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he says forcefully. “This isn’t going to work. I need freedom. I can’t worry about some girlfriend.” His voice is thick and foreign.

She stares at his familiar face, the soft arches of his eyebrows, the strong jaw. It is melting into something unrecognizable.

“I don’t want to end up as a piece of your writing.” He smiles wryly. “But I know that someday you’re going to make a million dollars off of a story about how I broke your heart.”

“You promised you wouldn’t be the one to break it,” she says desperately, feeling incredibly pathetic but unable to stop stumbling towards destruction. The rain beats against the windows, matching the steady tattoo of her heart beating against her ribcage.

“I tell lies,” he says quietly, and looks away.

She looks closely at this boy she thought she knew, and begins to think that maybe, finally, he has told her the truth.

Her car keys are cutting into the palms of her hands. Her necklace is too taut against her throat. She watches her life break down like one watches a car accident, with morbid curiosity. She has looked back and been struck useless. She is a pillar of salt.

“I think you’ll regret doing this,” she says, and forces her body to take one step towards the door.

“Probably.”

“Then why are you doing it?”

“Because I don’t regret it right now.”

—-

Someday she will meet an amazing boy, beautiful, new, and unexplored. He will kiss her neck and hold her hand in public, know that her new favourite colour is green, and that she only has one dog now. He will love her.

She puts pen to paper—

To Be Original

Because the last time someone tried to make everyone the same, eleven million people died.

To Resist Your Pull

I will no longer be victim to you and your ways. I've grown up and moved on from you. Forevermore, I will let my first and only true passion lead me to someone I share a passion with for the rest of my days.

To Forget You Completely

I hate you.

I hate that even with the distance between us that everything in my life seems to remind me of you. Things that I once loved like baseball, mexican food, the beach, traveling, music, and love itself bring back haunting memories that I've grown to hate. I'm sick of thinking about you when nothing else occupies my mind. I wish we had never met, never crossed paths...and most of all never ever allowed our feelings to over power our sensibility. All I want is for one measly day to go by without thinking about you.

To Reconnect

And I hope that someday we could talk and forget that distance ever drove a wedge between us. We could make a bridge out of words, as fragile as it might be the awkward pauses and imcomprehensible mumbling, twisting, and twining into some stronger foothold.

To Fight For Myself

This summer I found what I was looking for. It wasn't a boy. It wasn't love. I found me, and that's all I need right now.

To See You Still Here

I don't miss you anymore, but I do miss being someone's everything.

To Unleash

It's weird, I know the end of something that has taken so much time to get over is coming && I'm so relieved that it's finally here but I still, for some reason want to hold on. Just for one more second...just so it can hurt a little more. After all, this problem has been my life for so long I'm not sure if I'll be used to being free.

To Deal

I'm just not the same without you.

To Realize

She finally gave up and dropped the fake smile. As a tear rolled down her cheek, she whispered to herself; "I can't do this anymore."

To Watch

There's a fine line between love and wasted time.

To Ponder Your Absence

Why do we miss a person? Because we're too happy with them, we enjoyed every single moment, that we became so used to the idea of having them around.

To Dance

To dance with you would be a dream come true,

to dance without you will be hard but will make me strong.

To dance with or without you are the only two options,

but I will dance through life either way.

To Be Unrealistic

A long time ago I decided to stop having expectations for people, but after you came around I just could not help myself.

To Want You

Apparently, I was to live vicariously through her, so I can be with you.

To Savor

I'm quickly learning that sometimes, you have to try not to care, no matter how much you do because, sometimes, you mean nothing to someone who still means so much to you.

To Quit

Is it so hard for you to just say what you mean? Instead of toying with me?

To Stick To My Word

You know I won't say sorry, the pain has a bad reaction, a blend of fear and passion.

To Cope

I don't miss you, I miss who we were.

To End

Certain times in your life can be magic, but when they go, you have to let them go.

To Set Free

Love is worth fighting for, but you can't be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don't, you just have to move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you.

Always fight, until you can't anymore, and then be fought for.

To Not Want This

I just want to fall asleep for one night without dreaming of you. In my dreams we can be together, no distance to tear us apart. But I do know that when I dream of you I can finally breathe again.

To Think of You

I don't know why you were such a huge part of my life, but what has become very clear to me now is that you're gone and all the autumn leaves remind me of you.

To Be Alone

I can't sleep more than 5 minutes without thinking of you.

I can't work up an appetite for the life of me.

I can't talk to someone without bursting into ridiculous tears.

I can't think without you being in my head.

I can't...I just can't...

To Love Anyway

I have a feeling you are going to break my heart.

To Disappear

I would not mind being alone.

Only if alone was

with you.

To Break Free

You are a victim of the rules
you live by.

To Go With You

Take me by the hand and we will run without ever looking back.

To Start Over

When you have run out
of weeping
only then will you
know
that there is light,
there is hope,
but you have to learn
how to begin
anew.

Now this may be the scariest feeling I’ve ever experienced…

I actually wrote this post a month ago, but since things changed suddenly is was impertanant. Well A LOT has changed in the past month and when I went back to read this it seemed relevant to mi current situation...and go figure with the same boy.

I’ve felt vulnerable before, but this…this is almost to an extreme. To the point that I often find miself question if I’m actually going to go through with it. But it needs to be done, it is absolutely vital that he knows…even if it means rejection. Being rejected, why do we fear that?? It’s just a simple little word, no, actually smaller that the opposite, yes…so why is it so scary to just lay your feelings out for the one you care about to see?? Although I hope that he accepts what I have to say, all rejection will lead to is the same…everything will remain the same. We will still stay the good friends that we are and have been for many years now. That is the one thing that he promised me…that we could always be honest with each other, which certainly apples to the current situation. And with a trusting friendship like that…why not try for something more??

I got the chance to talk to Chelsea...girl you have been a lifesaver…the cherry kind yumm!! =D She helped me realize that nothing is going to happen unless I take action. Otherwise I might miss out on mi chance for what could be the best thing that has and will happen to be and that I would regret forever if I didn’t confess mi feelings. && that is the best advice I have gotten so far…plus we are kinda in the same situation…falling in love with our best friends and everything. Although I may not, I certainly hope that I end up as happy as she is now!! Most of mi other friends that have advised me on this topic said “let him know how you feel and if he feels the same way then great! But if he doesn’t then don’t waste your time waiting on him to come around.”

The sad part about that is…I could wait for that boy forever.

Incomplete

Okay so I'm just saying, losing a best friend is the worst feeling on earth!!!! Well I didn't really lose her its just she is not on the guard anymore. Honestly I am afraid that I am going to lose her in reality because guard is what brought us together and i have a feeling that if she is not there, then things will change...for good.

I never thought mi eyes could produce this many tears or be so red...

Mi whole world is being turned upside down, I dunno how to handle anything or how to keep miself from breaking down. Every second is a fight to hold back the tears and for now...I'm losing horribly.