[01]
We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard, or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after and nurture it.
[02]
I remember every word you said, okay? I'm not that naive, and I'm not that stupid. I've been broken before; I can deal. I'm not scared of moving on with my life. What I'm scared of is that I'll realize somewhere along the way that you were my life.
[03]
Maybe I wasn't asking you to love me, maybe I was just asking you to understand. Because for so long, I've been hurt and for so long, you've ignored it. And maybe it is bad timing, but maybe I don't care. I've been here all along, just waiting - waiting for you to notice; waiting for you to care; waiting for you to say that you've been waiting too, but you haven't and maybe you never will. Maybe you're afraid to. But it all hurts the same, and in the end, I'm the one that's left broken and when I lay down to sleep, I'm still the one left crying. So screw the bad timing. I loved you then, like I love you now, like I probably always will.
[04]
I feel like I'm never going to get it - the whole package. There's always going to be a but. He likes me, but he loves her. He thinks I'm awesome, but we're just friends. We're together, but he's a million miles away. We like each other, but the timing isn't right. There's always going to be a but. It's when you finally decide that this time, it won't stop you, this time it won't hold you back - that's the time that everything falls exactly into place.
[05]
Why is it that all of the things that should hold us together - love, sex, creativity, talent, dreams - are the very elements that drive us apart? Why is it that the things that you would think should separate us - hate, fear, cruelty - are the very things that bind us together, keeping us from growing, keeping us from changing.
[06]
I'm perfectly happy being his friend. In fact, I love it. I just have this incredible urge to kiss him that doesn't go away, and this feeling that we would be perfect together.
[07]
Last night, I was sitting there, minding my own business, when all of a sudden, I heard that song. You know what song I mean. The song that reminds you of someone from your past, and no matter how long it's been since you've last heard it, it still strikes a nerve. So I was sitting there, and that song came on and my breath caught in my throat, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the floor crying my eyes out. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop. All I wanted was to back in his arms, listening to the song instead of being on the floor, crying to it.
[08]
If my life had a soundtrack, it would be acoustic, with songs about the way I laugh at my ability to love things that I can't have. If my life were a movie, it would be black and white with still-frames in colour and hue. The credits would say a simple phrase, like, "You aren't what you say or what you do, so don't worry so much and get on with the life you love."
[09]
I sent you a letter today. Well, it wasn't really a letter. It was more like a note. A one-sentence note that really didn't say anything at all. "Thanks for always believing in me." Six words. That's all it was, but there was so much more behind them. What I really meant to say was, "I love you. And I miss you. And I think about you all the time." What I really wanted to ask was, "Do you think about me late at night? Do you miss my smile or my laugh?" But none of those words made it to the paper. But that's okay, because I know that you will see them anyways. You just know me that well.
[10]
Yes, I knew I would see you. And yes, I did try to look my best. And yes, I did get the response I wanted. I didn't want you all over me. I wanted to show you that I had won, that I'm okay and that you're just a fool.
[11]
Our problem is that we hate change and love it at the same time. What we really want is for things to remain the same, but get better.
[12]
It scares me to think that it didn't matter to you, because it mattered a whole lot to me. It keeps me up at night wondering if I should have told you more often, because I don't think I did enough. It hurts to remember every detail of every conversation we had, because I remember the details of every day. It worries me that you're not around anymore, because I don't want to have to accept that.
[13]
I'm not sure what I'm thinking at this point. On one hand, I still care about you so much. I really do love you and I want things to be okay. On the other hand, I don't think we're really meant to be after all. Things were always so hard for us and you never seemed to care as much as I did. But maybe there's a chance that it could still all work out. Maybe if I tried just a little harder it would all work out the way we wanted it to. I know I should just end this right now, but I can't live with this uncertainty.
[14]
You know, I still wait for your messages, as sad as it may seem. I haven't given up on the thought that you might come back to me. I think about it day and night, and even in my dreams. I don't really want you anymore, I just want you to want me.
[15]
He reached for her hand. "I don't want to lose you." His voice was almost a whisper. She could feel the tears again and she fought them back. "But you don't want to keep me either, do you?" To that, he had no response.
[16]
At first, you think it's great that you're talking to him again, but then you start talking about things that happened before, bringing back old memories, and then you realize how much you really miss him, and you get to thinking that you really want him back, but you remember that he doesn't need you like you need him, and it hurts.
[17]
I'd give you my everything, if you'd give me yours. I know we've tried this a few times, but that was before. I'm ready if you're ready, and I'm pretty sure I am. I'm waiting here for you, but I don't know how long I can.
[18]
Everyone warned me. I just wanted to prove them wrong.
They were right.
[19]
The truth is that I've never just been liked, loved, needed. I've only ever been used. They pulled me in and made me believe that they cared when really, really it was only when it was convenient for them that they were there in the first place. When they were feeling lonely, when their significant-fucking-other wasn't around, I was the one turned to, and I'm sick of it. I can't forgive you. I can't be your friend because you're always going to pretend you care, and then leave me lonely and in pieces.
[20]
It's not that I don't care about you anymore, it's that I've finally decided to get my priorities straight. I'm only putting you on my list if you can find somewhere to put me on yours.

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