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Monday, January 14, 2008

Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.

I prefer to be remembered as a smiling face, not this fucking wreck that's taken it's place.

There's a sort of magic in that twinkle in your eye, and I can tell from the way you smile that you know how I desperately need you.

I know you love me, don't you know i'm the only one that can see through your lying eyes?

I know you love me, don't you understand i knew this all along?

I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did

And i didn't mean to get so close and share what we did

And i didn't mean to fall in love, but i did and you didn't mean to love me back but i know you did.

How on earth am i supposed to get over you when you're there all the time smiling, laughing, looking good?

Do i have to spell it out for you or scream it to your face?

Oh the chemistry between us could destroy this place.

You don't know what it's been like, meeting someone like you believe me when i say, i wish i could hate you in every possible way.

Letting go isn´t giving up it´s just realizing that its not yet meant to be.

Oh, I'll move on. Actually I've already started to.

I'm going to tell you " I don't need you" and " I don't care anymore", and I'm sure somewhere deep in my heart I'll believe that.

But the day you return or the day you realize you miss me I will be there,I'll be sitting on your doorstep, wishing, waiting.

I'll always be waiting...

"It gets easier. All things pass with time. Time never fails to heal a broken heart."

If these statements are true, then why does it seem like each day that passes I miss you more? It's been months, but I've never wanted you like I do right now.

You told me you'd always be there for me if I ever needed anything, but what am I supposed to do when you're what I need?

Each day I tell myself that we're better off as friends; but I can't fool my heart. And today when I passed you in the hall and playfully messed up your hair, my mouth said "hello" but my heart was screaming "I love you". Did you hear it? Did you see it in my eyes? Would it make a difference? I like to believe that it would.

But it's holding on to hope like this that makes it so hard to let you go. I know that some day I will move on; this is not the end of the world, and I will live. But until that day comes, my wasted heart will love you, I promise.

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