heartbreak

He left me millions of time, but I am holding him with every breath with same madness

My Love tears me between the addiction of patience and urge of infinite desire

For me love is when I don't limit you, I put you on the rainbows......beyond eternity of time and destiny

Love is your addiction to an eternal longing for someone...A thirst which one cannot relinquish

He could not fit in my imagination and I was not fit for his Real and the conflict between imagination and real sadly made us apart

Love is breathing each other with all madness

I was in love when I felt your soul speaks in my Body

Love is floating somewhere in the beautiful horizon with an equal wave length with same frequency of intense feelings

I would prefer to live with bleeding heart where desire see darkness of uncertainty because I need to know the existence of love

For your love I have uprooted all my desires, I am no more demanding...

Love is when Looking at a glance at youI found laughter in my eyes, Thoughts turns into jewels Where luster of your aura dwells

Moments without you made me realize How Idle I am in my life

Kat stood immobile and watched with pain, a kiss of passion, a kiss of desire; a kiss that could never be hers.

Love is not for thrill-seekers, dreamers, or children with short attention spans. And you, son, fit into all three of those categories.

I__ have to prove to everyone, including Ellia, that I was more than some guy she used to know, that what we shared had and still mattered. She may have forgotten the promise we made on the beach, but I hadn__, and it was up to me to backup those words with action. Memories and ghosts were for the dead. Living things moved, and I was never one to stand still." ~Liam

We were a perfect match. Maybe that's why we burnt out.

The words __ love you_ are worthless when you don__ know who the 'I' is in that statement.

She was my go-to person. I__ tell her everything. Now, all of those late-night phone calls, all the sleepovers at her house because I couldn__ deal with stuff at home, all the crying on her shoulder. It__ all gone. It__ like if she doesn__ know, then it didn__ happen, and if it didn__ happen then what exactly am I holding on to?_ ~Stacey