I wonder if any of it was even true.
It's sad how someone can go from being the reason you wake up smiling, to the reason you cry yourself to sleep.
It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.
Once you have loved someone, you'd do anything in the world for them, except love them again.
Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends.
I self-destruct every relationship so that I don't get hurt, but in reality I just hurt myself worse in the long run.
Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better.
It takes a strong heart to love but it takes a stronger heart to continue to love after it's hurt.