Take a look at yourself in the mirror. Come on, do it. Take yourself in because my god there is no one else in the world quite like you.
It’s not really anyone’s fault. Because he was never meant to stay.
You deserve better, and instead of bowing out, I’m stepping up. I’m choosing to love you fully, because you don’t deserve to be half-loved.
You think that ripping your heart by yourself and only handing out certain pieces is best, because you’re the one still holding your heart. You think this is the way to avoid heart break, but in the end of it all your heart is still broken — you just did it to yourself.
We are so concerned with our own happiness that we forget that another person is involved too.
Love is the thing we live for, die for, and fight for. We can’t always explain it, and we aren’t always good at it, but we crave it none the less. We were made to love and be loved.
I’m sorry that when things like this happen the immediate response, from both your diehard fans and others, is usually an overwhelming, “Can’t wait to hear your new music!”
One thing is certain: If you can’t handle the parts of her that bother you, then you need to end it right now.
I don’t really look back at you as an honest heartbreak-maybe more like a bruise. It can sting when I think about how things ended so vaguely and open ended.
When your heart breaks, the aftermath can do so many things to you. It can make you scared. Vulnerable. Reckless. It can also make you strong, resilient, and wise.