heartbreak

Who cares about fault? As my dad would say, __lame is like your rear-end and reflection. Seeing either always leaves you looking back._ I__ more worried about what__ in front of me. And right now . . . the view is all messed up._ ~ Ellia

It__ like returning to a familiar room and noticing objects had been moved while you were gone__ chair here, a picture frame there. Items that were once brand new were suddenly broken in and worn from age. It was all very subtle, but enough to suspect paranormal activity or a cruel practical joke. When no one else saw what you saw, the freak factor really kicked in, because you were singled out and left questioning reality." ~Ellia

Arise, my love, let us try to set these ashes on fire again!

You can__ be friends with someone you have feelings for. It__l just be a constant reminder of what you can__ have. It__ like putting boiling water in an ice cold glass. It__ gonna bust and make a mess.

Hope can be foolish or misguided, but there was no such thing as false hope. Hope was always true even when there was no evidence to support its claim._ - Liam

He became so gloomy that she asked him, at last, if he was worried about anything. He assured her, instantly, that he was the happiest man in the world. And he was. At times he was almost bewildered by his own bliss in being there, with Tony, so terribly dear, beside him; really his own for the rest of his life. It was not her fault if the insatiable sorrows of an unequal love tormented him, the hungry demand for more, for a fuller return, for a feeling which it was not in her nature to give. As she leaned forward, absorbed in the passions staged beneath her, he felt suddenly that their box contained just himself and a wraith, a ghost; as if the real Antonia, whom he loved, was an imagined woman living only in his sad fancy.

She averted his eyes, but not before he recognized the pain in them, a tormented and languished gaze, a stare preserved for people who were able to love deeply enough that they could be destroyed by it.

Because of that, he didn't know how to love someone who actually loved him. He had learned a twisted, tormented kind of love filled with pain and exploitation.

It shattered something inside me that hadn't been broken before.

And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

All the things that people do in order to show that they don't need anybody... meanwhile, all they really want to do is say, "Please keep me." We all want to be kept. The problem is we are too afraid to let anyone know about it. What are these fragile things in our hearts that have so much fear of being broken?

And I hope above all you give your heart to someone again no matter how many broken promises you have recieved.

I looked at Lucas with the pang that a parent feels when he knows his child will be hurt and that it's no one's fault and that to try to preempt the rites of passage is an act of contempt for the child's courage.

I bruise easily and sometimes I can__ stop bleeding.

...I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.

I__ going inside of myself and never coming out.

Never knew the word Goodbye could scatter my heart into pieces. Just 1 word, could made me cry over you.

You wouldn__ believethe sun had ever shone on this heart.