And in that moment, I swear we were infinite

It’s like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means that you’re happy, too.

It's the losing of love that makes us who we are

Love is something we wait for... We imagine our first kiss, our first sex, our first I Love You. We never imagine our first heartbreak. Maybe because its too painful to even imagine. But in a way the pain of love is what truly changes us.

"What if we just acknowledge that we have a screwed-up relationship and we stick it out anyway, we accept that we fight a lot and we hardly have sex anymore, but we don't wanna live without each other? And that way we can live our lives together... Miserable, but happy not to be apart”

Took a deep breath in the mirror
He didn’t like it when I wore high heels, but I do
Turned the lock and put my headphones on
He always said he didn’t get this song but I do, I do
Walked in expecting you’d be late
But you got here early
And you stand and wait
And I walk to you
You pulled my chair out and helped me
And you don’t know how nice that is
But I do
And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny ‘cause he never did
I’ve been spending the last 8 months thinking all love ever does
Is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again
You said you never met one girl
Who has as many James Taylor records as you
But I do
We tell stories and you don’t know why I’m coming off a little shy
But I do
But you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny ‘cause he never did
I’ve been spending the last 8 months thinking all love ever does
Is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again
And we walk down the block to my car
And I almost brought him up
But you start to talk about the movies
That your family watches every single Christmas
And I want to talk about that
For the first time, what’s past is past
‘Cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny ‘cause he never did
I’ve been spending the last 8 months thinking all love ever does
Is break and burn and end
Then on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again
Then on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again

 

Now and then I think of when we were together; like when you said you felt so happy you could die…
I told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company but that was love and it's an ache I still remember…

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness, like resignation to the end, always the end… So when we found that we could not make sense
well, you said that we would still be friends but I'll admit that I was glad that it was over.

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over but had me believing it was always something that I'd done… But I don't wanna live that way; reading into every word you say

 

 

“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.”

                                                                                                                                              — Lemony Snicket

Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move makes me feel like I can't live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to stay...

el que arriesga puede morir por amor

Baby I was naive, got lost in your eyes and never really had a chance

Right from the start
You were a thief
(You stole my heart)
And I your willing victim

Good Old Times

 

Ya no está. Y entonces, simplemente, querrías no estar tú. Desaparecer. Sin demasiados problemas, sin molestar.

 

I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you were ever coming around