Sometimes you have to love someone enough to let them go.
Whenever I watch romantic movies, witness couples kiss and make-up, listen to love
songs, I smile and feel good because I know that love still works, if not for me, then at
least for others.
Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.
It’s not love that hurts. It’s the infatuation with what we so blindly and foolishly accept as
love that hurts. True love should never have to hurt.
Don’t you see what he is doing to you? He talks about you behind your back. Yet you
love him. They say love is blind, but is it also deaf? ~Katie
I’m not upset that you broke my heart. I’m upset because after it was broken, you didn’t
even have the decency to pick up the piece, and when you break something and you’re
sorry, you usually stick around to help clean up the mess. ~Nicole Katherine
She doesn’t know what’s right, she doesn’t know what’s wrong
They warned me about you, but I didn’t listen. They told me you didn’t care, but I didn’t
listen. They told me you would hurt me, but I didn’t listen. They told me you were just
like the others, but I didn’t listen. They told me you would break my heart...I really
should have listened.
I saw the heartache coming. Atleast this time I wasn’t oblivious to everything. I must be
getting better at this, which is really sad.
I’m sorry for seeing you. I’m sorry for looking into your eyes. I’m sorry for becoming
your friend. I’m sorry for being there when you needed someone the most. I’m sorry for
seeing who you really are. I’m sorry that I look at the sky every night wishing you were
mine. But most of all, I’m sorry for my heart that I fell so deeply in love with you.
After all this, I am so confused. I am still not sure how I feel about you. I still don’t
know how you ever felt about me. I don’t know if you ever cried over me like i cried over
you. The only thing I am certain of is that I will never find another you.
Promise me. That’s all I want. Just a promise that you will never forget me. Tell me I
changed you somehow. Let me know that I had an impact on your life. Promise me that
you will always remember me. Losing you was hard enough, but I don’t want to go on
knowing I meant absolutely nothing to you.
I know it hurts to love me, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you can’t help, I’m sorry that
I’m such a mess, I’m sorry that I can’t open up, but most of all, I’m sorry for not being
who you thought I was.
There’s no hard feelings, no one to blame. Just two people who don’t feel the same.
While they dance, she holds him, pulls him close, while he dreams of another, and counts
the days until he lets her go. Same old story that everybody knows, one heart holding on,
and the other letting go.
I keep sitting here, thinking, ‘Why do you care about me? Why do you treat me so good?’
I’ve never been treated so good in my whole life. But I’m afraid to start getting used to it,
because I’m sure that when I do, it’s then that you’ll realize I’m not all that great and
you’ll leave.
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of seperation.
When you feel alone, just look at the spaces between your fingers. Remember that in
those spaces you can see my fingers, locked with yours forever.
I don’t understand why God would let us meet, knowing we could never be together.
There is no way on earth I’m waiting for him to come around. If he wants to keep me
interested, he’s going to have to interest me. I’m not going to waste time on someone
who won’t waste time on me.
You never truly miss someone until they’re standing right next to them, yet you can’t have
them.
Fome angels’ wings to a fallen star, God made everything but unbreakable hearts.
If I could change my past, this is what I’d do: I’d tell you I love you every chance I got.
I’d look you in the eyes more. I’d hold you for as long as I could. I’d treasure every
second we had together. Wouldn’t get so jealous. I’d be sweeter. I wouldn’t throw fits
when you wanted to hang out with your friends. I’d thank you for every game you went
to. I would remember all the sweet things you did, and no get mad if you don’t do one
little thing. I’d control my temper. I wouldn’t be so selfish. I wouldn’t start fights over
little things. I’d love you more, and I’d stay the girl you fell in love with, the girl you said
was your dream girl. But I can’t change my past, so I guess I just want you to know that
I finally recognize where I went wrong, and I’m sorry.
No more crying, I can’t cry anymore. Don’t take my hand this time, just go and please
don’t look back, because I know if you did, I would come running back to you.
You’ve lied to me one too many times. As hard as it is, I’m getting away from you. You
took away so many good things with your lies, and now I’m taking one of the few good
things in your life: me.
How would you feel if someone you loved more than life itself took a knifre to your heart?
Stabbed you once, twice, three times, over and over and over. And just as life was
slipping away, she cuts out your heart, places it on the ground, and stomps on it with all
her might. She then picks up the remains, throws them in a trash bag, and sends it into
oncoming traffic, to get trampled and battered by the many vehicles. And despite
everything, you lay there crying, holding on to some hope that she’ll come back to you,
because she is the only reason your lungs breathe, your heart beats, and without her
you’ve lost your purpose. Finally, some hope! You see her coming towards!...wait..she’s
with someone...someone you hate, another guy. They pause and share a kiss. You can
feel your heart in pain. She then continues over, and stops to meet you at the ground.
She gives a proposal: she wants you to watch the love of your life and her new boyfriend
makeout, hold hands in the hallways, come with them to the movies to they can have a
little fun in the back row, go to dances together and enjoy themselves after the prom, and
eventually maybe even get maried. Each one of these things sends the remains of your
heart into complete pain, but “Can we still be friends?” Would you accept?
Sometimes, when I get really lonely at night, and I don’t know what to do, I wrap my
arms around my teddy bear as tightly as I can, pretending that I’m really holding on to
you. I do this because I miss you so much, and it seems as if hugging my bear makes the
pain go away. Every once in a while it feels the same as when I held you, except you arms
don’t tighten around me, I don’t feel you lips on mine, or your cheek against mine. Okay,
it isn’t the same. In fact, it kind of makes me feel even lonelier. It isn’t you in my arms,
but I do it anyway, because I don’t like giving up hope, because it’s brought you to me in
the first place. And maybe one day, when I’ve kept my hope long enough, I won’t have to
pretend my teddy bear is you.
I’m so sick and tired of acting like I’m fine, because truthfully, I’m not. I can’t even talk
to you without being so incredibly sad. You were the one person who was always
supposed to be there for me, my best friend, my everything, and you ruined it all in that
moment. And I acted like it didn’t hurt, and for a while I didn’t think it did. But the tears
are here, and I now realize that it hurt more than anything in the world. ~Ty
You may not know it yet --maybe you’ll never even think about it-- but I’m special.
You’re going to meet a lot of girls throughout your life, and a lot of them will be special
to you. But I’ll tell you right now, you’ll never find another me. So take a good look
around you, buddy, because I’m leaving, and I may never come back. Are you going to
let this princess walk right through your life? Or are you going to make her sit down and
try on that glass slipper you’re holding? And if she does take the time to try it on, are you
going to have the one it fits?
We are the perfect couple. We’re just not in the perfect situation.
You said you would always be there for me. I guess we have a difference in our
definitions of always.
You know, the worst part about having to fall asleep when you have a broken heart is
having to wake up, because right when you start to open your eyes, you are about to feel
happy, until yuo realize your life is terrible and the pain nearly swallows you whole.
Before I gaze at you again, I need a time tears. Before I gaze at you again, let hours turn
to years. I have so much fogetting to do, before I try to gaze again at you. ~Camelot
You’re an angel and I but a mere mortal. We are worlds apart. I must love you from a
distance.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, and tear my skin apart, but no one will hurt me
more than you, because you broke my heart.
I remember what it feels like to fall asleep in your arms, knowing that I’m safe from all of
life’s monsters. After all the nights of constant affection, it was so hard to sleep alone.
Without your arms around me, without your breath on my neck, I am vulnerable. I am
susceptable to all of life’s obstacles.
Lately I’ve been letting you in, letting you love me, because I think of how good it feels,
and start to take the promises you make to heart. But then I over analyze everything and
wonder how many other girls have felt this way at some point, and how many of them
ended in tears. And then my walls go up again, and you’re stuck loving me, alone.
If he likes me so much and cares about me so much, you’d think that he’d make a little
time to fit me into his life.
I tasted blood and fell in love, a love that could never be. Fate broke my heart and tore
me apart, a fate that could never be.
Rain it falls upon my head, thunder fills my veins.
And after all this, I am so confused. I am still not sure how I feel about you. I still don’t
know how you ever felt about me. I don’t know if you ever cried over me like I cried
over you. The only thing I am certain about is that I will never find another you.
Promise me. That’s all I want. Just a promise that you will never forget me. Tell me I
changed you somehow. Let me know that I had an impact on your life. Promise me that
you will always remember me. Losing you was hard enough, but I don’t want to go on
knowing I meant absolutely nothing to you.
Faye: I’ve waisted thousands and thousands of kisses on you. Kisses that I thought were
special because of your lips and your smile. But now I know you didn’t mean any of it.
Shame on me for kissing you with my eyes closed so tight.
Girl: I don’t know where we stand
I know it hurts to love me, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you can’t help me. I’m sorry
that I’m such a mess. I’m sorry that I can’t open up, but most of all, I’m sorry for not
being who you thought I was.
What did you think: that I was lying? That I really was this strong, beautiful, talented
woman you always claimed I was? Well, have your eyes cleared up now? Can you see
that you were wrong?
There’s only so much heart in a girl to be broken.
There’s no hard feelings, no one to blame. Just two people who don’t feel the same.
While they dance, watch how she holds him, pulls him close, while he dreams of another
and counts the days until he lets her go. Same old story that everybody knows, one heart
holding on and the other letting go.
It can't rain all the time, the sky won't fall forever, and even though the nights seem long,
your tears won't fall forever.
Im not upset that you broke my heart. Im upset because after it was broken you didnt even
have the decency to pick up the pieces.. and when you break something and your sorry
you usually stick around and help to clean up the mess you mad.-Nicole Katherine
My biggest fear is that I will become too comfortable with the idea of being lonely for the
rest of my life. ~Amanda Gattie
You said, ‘You know what your problem is?’ and I replied, ‘Yes, I do. I fell in love with
the idea that no matter what happened, you would always be there.’ “When haven’t I?’
you asked. And as a tear trickled down my cheek, I said, ‘Ever since she walked through
that door.’ ~JoAnne Golden
You cant hurt me anymore. Im already broken. Sure you can pick at the torn pieces but
nothing will hurt more than that first blow to my heart. So go ahead with your lies and
childish games. They dont hurt. I cant feel it. I already went numb.
Sometimes you just can’t help but wonder if it’s all worthwhile. If the apologies can make
up for the lies, the secrets, and needless to say, the pain you’ve caused me. I wish I could
sai it was, but I’m beginning to think it isn’t.
What are we? Are we friends? Are we more? Where do we stand? Are you staying? Or
are you walking out the door? What are you doing? Are you leaving her and coming back
to me? Am I going to have to wait some more? I need to know because what we’re
doing is killing me. I need to know what your heart is telling you to do because mine’s
talkng to me, too. I need you to make up your mind so I can finally say, “I’m fine.”
Why must you look at me like that? You know a lump forms in my throat and I feel like I
could cry. I can’t handle seeing those gorgeous eyes and know that I will never get to kiss
them. ~Sarah
May God above send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors to spear the heart of any
man who loves a girl then betrays her.
This is a retake of my life
One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter.
We adore the ones that ignore us and ignore the ones that adore us.
You can't do this. You can't put one relationship on hold for another. It's like call waiting.. you leave one person on hold long enough and they are gonna hang up
Have you ever really cried for someone more then you wanted to? Have you ever tried to love him in spite of all the pain? Will you keep on loving him, even though he's whispering someone else's name?
You cant hurt me anymore. Im already broken. Sure you can pick at the torn pieces but nothing will hurt more than that first blow to my heart. So go ahead with your lies and childish games. They dont hurt. I cant feel it. I already went numb
Two tear drops were floating down a river. One teardrop said to the other, 'I'm the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him. Who are you?' ... 'I'm the teardrop of a man who regret letting a girl go...'
Sometimes hearts are broken by words left unspoken.
"Isn't this the moment where one of us is supposed to say this is ridiculous, we love each other, all couples go through this, let's give it another try?" -The Story of Us
The love that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, and feels the strongest, is the love that was never returned.
She only knows the pain that comes from waiting for so long.
She doesn’t count the teardrops that she’s cried while he’s away,
Because she knows deep in her heart he’ll be back again someday.
Waiting for an answer as to why I call your name. ~Fighting Gravity
Jimmy: I should have dumped you in Pittsburgh! Who said we were engaged?
White: The same person who said you had class. ~~That Thing You Do
Boy: Wondering how far we’ll go
Girl: I think we are moving too fast
Boy: Should I tell her we’re moving too slow?
Girl: I just need some time alone
Boy: I hope we never part
Girl: How do I tell him I’m not in love?
Boy: God, please don’t let her break my heart
I was his star for many nights
Now the roles have changed
And you’re the leading lady in his life
Lights, cameras, now you’re on
Just remember you’ve been warned
Enjoy it now, cause it won’t last
Same script...different cast
