I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.
Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.
Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.
The day you finally decide to love me will be the day after the day I have given up on chasing you.
If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.
PS; I just need some distraction from those Maths and Bio books :)
Oh yeah, studied like H-E-L-L this morning.
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.
Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.
Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.
The day you finally decide to love me will be the day after the day I have given up on chasing you.
If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.
PS; I just need some distraction from those Maths and Bio books :)
Oh yeah, studied like H-E-L-L this morning.
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