November 18, 2011

• Those three words

  

  

  People are lonely because they build walls, not bridges.

  
  

  Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change – this is the rhythm of living.

  
  

  Thinking too much about what others think of you, ultimately changes what you think of yourself.

  
  

  Life is like a party. You invite a lot of people; some go, some join you, some laugh with you, some didn’t come. But in the end, after the fun, there would be a few who would clean up the mess with you. And most of the time, those were the uninvited ones.

  
  

  You call yourself a friend but where’s the actions to show for it?

  
  

  If you’re planning to let me go today, make sure you’ll never come back tomorrow.

  
  

  I hate to break this to you, but being a coward is not a legitimate career.

  
  

  I know her well enough to understand that when she pushed you away, it was her way of making sure she didn’t get shoved first.

  
  

  I just keep telling myself that there will be a significant moment when I finally know what to do.

  
  

  I want to go to sleep and have your face be that last thing I see. I want to wake up every morning and have your face be the first thing I see. I want to hug you when life goes bad and when nothing makes sense. I want you to care enough to come find me. I want you to know that I need you in more ways than just one. And it’s killing me cause you will never know, will you? Not unless I tell you. But I want you to know everything by yourself. I don’t want to tell you anything. I just want you to know…

  
  

  You don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to say anything. If you just sit there, and smile, you should know that for that moment, you lit up my world.

  

  I believe we write our own stories, and each time we think we know the end- we don’t. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and in peace that comes from knowing that you just can’t know it all. You know, life’s funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.

  

  Sometimes I really wonder how stupid it would seem to him. How I sit here with my eyes never leaving the screen of my phone waiting for his new text. Or refreshing the screen until it says he’s online. Or how when I miss him I read the things he told me months and months ago. I really wonder what he would say if he knew he meant that much to me.

  
  

  I knew things wouldn’t work out, because they never really do.

  
  

  It is easy to forget how perfectly life works out. When you are down, you believe that things never work in your favor. But if you look back, you see that, in many cases, things happened exactly the way they needed to.

  
  

  Perhaps this is what we need. A dream, a hope for the future, something to aspire to, and perhaps we need to keep replacing this dream with something a little bigger because when we manage to fulfill the dream, we usually find that it’s not what we wanted in the first place. Or if it is, it doesn’t feel the way we always thought it should. Sometimes, if you’re very mixed up, very stupid, or very thoughtless, you screw up the dream just as you get it. You tell yourself you don’t deserve it, and you have to start all over again.

  
  

  Even though I now see what a jerk you turned out to be, I still find myself picturing the good part about you. And that’s what makes me miss you the most.

  
  

  Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.

  
  

  That’s one of the remarkable things about life…it’s never so bad that it can’t get worse.

  
  

  If my dogs face was as ugly as your girlfriends, I’d teach it to walk backwards.

  
  

  It may have been in bits and pieces, but I gave you the best of me.

  

  
  

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