I'm always here,

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you can rely on me.

I promise you,
I'm always there,
when your heart is filled with sorrows and despair.
I'll carry you,
when you need a friend;
You'll find my footprints in the sand.

Wanting to be your favorite hello & your hardest goodbye

~~dont judge~~

To love is to be vulnerable
I choose not to be

Now that it's all said and done,
I can't believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down,
Like an old abandoned house.
What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath.
I fell too far, was in way too deep.
Guess I let you get the best of me.

You took a hammer to these walls,
Dragged the memories down the hall,
Packed your bags and walked away.
There was nothing I could say.
And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.

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Saturday, March 6, 2010

Sentence of the day.

We all say, "your past doesn't matter." but deep down we know it does.

The past of someone else matters, because the past brings you to who you are today.

We want to know the past, not because we want to find fault.

We want to know your past, to understand you better.

To love you, which also means your past, as your past is part of you. =]

Things takes 2 hands to clap.

I'm only one. Where's the other?

There's no need to apologize.

i know. that I'm no longer important

our r/s was just like the roller coaster. more downs then ups.

what are we now? again?

♥ 9:35 PM