Anthony doesn't want to be friends. The only person who can maybe understand how I'm feeling is the person I cannot confide in. It's a bad feeling. Everyone keeps telling me to get over it and be strong, if only they could understand.

I got the butterflies for the first time in my life and I knew I would love you forever.

“It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming.”
― Nicholas Sparks, Dear John

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.

-Lauren Oliver

Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. As the Beatles once said” all I want to do is hold your hand.

I always thought love was enough, yet here I am wanting you more than words can say and you don't want me back...that's all of my love& I see now its not enough.

Well maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away