You are the rain that comes and goes
and I am the girl in the yellow dress running for shelter, soaking wet and always unready. I didn't bring an umbrella that day. I hardly ever do, little did I know I was meant to bump into you.

You were the storm that wanted everything else to be damaged
but for some reason, you cannot destroy me; I was the little kid  enjoying the storm as I dance to every beat of your thunder's roar

You wanted to be unpredictable so you can startle me, hence you came crashing the sky in broad daylight, but that too did not catch me off guard

You are the rain that comes and goes and I am the girl that stood still

Heavy is the heart
That knows of love
but has never lived it
Tired is the mind
Filled with knowledge
Never spoken

There's nothing more depressing than a broken heart.
A broken heart doesn't heal nearly as
quick as a broken bone.
A broken heart can come from anywhere,
a loved one dies,
someone you love leaves you with nothing but memories,
a best friend stabs you in the back.
What do all of these things have in common?
Love.
I do not pretend to understand how the cause of a
broken heart starts with love yet the healing balm
applied to a broken heart is love.
There's nothing more depressing than a broken heart.
Perhaps this is why depression is so common.
Our culture lives for a broken heart.
There's nothing better than a sad movie,
a song about someone leaving,
a book about someone dying.
Happiness is hard to find anymore.
A happy ending for a story,
for a movie is hardly ever attainable in the real world.
We look for happiness.
We search for what those stories have but we never find it.
So we turn to what we know is real,
what we know can be touched in the real world.

I fall in love
With the love
You've given me .

when i met you, i felt as if you were the only soul that would ever matter to me anymore
kinda like how juliet was completely in awe with romeo or how cleopatra would do anything to see antony.
the times when you ask me to go to a midnight movie or to go see some metal band that i have never heard of
remind me of that feeling got when you were a kid, you know, when your mom finally caved in after you asked her a countless amount of times for a candy bar while grocery shopping
when i was learning about everything you love, it was our first drive. it was the best drive cause we didn’t have a destination
when i was learning to trust you, i never thought id feel anything other than the security that the drive to my house every night gave me
when i loved you, you taught me that letting go isn't the same as giving up, and that its the opposite of holding on
my mom would always tell me to love without limits and you were the only reason i was able to succeed one of her expectations
when i was losing you, i was jealous of the streetlights that got to hold you. all of you. you showed me that I would never care about anyone this much
when i lost you, i lost everything. when you left, everything left.

day 1
i first noticed the way your lips cave in. it happened when you said hello to me. and again when you said goodbye
day 3
nonstop smiley faces in the texts you sent me
day 6
you held my hand, you kissed me
day 7
one week went by and you already invited me to your house. i showed up unaware that i was going to meet your parents. i found out later you planned for this to happen. i mean as soon as i walked into your house, your mom pulled into the driveway.
day 8
you showed me around your town. where your first kiss was. where you slept one night when your dad kicked you out.
day 12
i remember how you came to my house, waited outside and called me on the phone to ask what i was doing. i told you that i was reading. you said to bring the book with me. i asked where we were going and after a few seconds of silence, you turned on the radio to my favorite band and innocently said, “i don't know”
day 23
you saw me play my music live for the first time. afterwards, you said i was the most talented girl you’ve ever met
day 26
you took me to 5 museums in one day. i learned a lot. well, about you
day 31
i found out that dogs make you happy. also that you’re allergic to bees and you have a birthmark on the left side of your lower back
day 56
you told me that letting go isn't the same as giving up, but that its the opposite of holding on
day 62
i was stressed. you came over, held me, and played guitar for awhile. i layed there and listened with my eyes closed
day 103
you said, “im just in love with the way you say my name” i responded by well, saying your name
day 111
you said, “this is realest thing ive ever had in my life”
day 122
i loved you
day 123
i loved you
day 124
i loved you even more
day 179
we spent the night on the beach. it wasn’t a typical family beach, or a place where you could to go with friends. we found it ourselves, we loved it and we made it ours
day 200
when i was little, my mom would always tell me to love without limits and on this day, i realized that you were the only reason i was able to succeed one of her expectations
day 240
i realized the amount of times you called went from twice a day to once, but only even numbered days of the month. the odd numbered ones you didn’t call at all. it was okay thoug. when we did talk, it was worth every minute of waiting
day 261
when i hadn’t heard from you in precisely 49 hours, i decided to call your mother. she said you have been spending a lot of time at school, that i shouldn’t worry about you or anything
day 279
i went to the drug store, bought 5 bars of your favorite candy and then went straight to your house but you weren’t there so i left them in your mailbox
day 280
no call
day 281
no call
day 282
no call
day 283
you called me. well, for 2 minutes. -hi! how are you -good -how was your day today? -good
day 296
i still loved you
day 304
i hadn’t heard from you in a week and a half
day 305
i hadn’t heard from you in a week and a half plus a day
day 328
i was going through some old cardboard boxes that i keep underneath my bed, i found one that had pictures we took together. you looked happy and i was in love with how happy you were
day 330
i decided to go to our beach but when i got there it was covered in trash so i left
day 340
i never missed anything more than the sight of seeing you dancing around in an empty parking lot
day 341
i decided to get in my car and drive without a destination. it was the closest way to get to you
day 362
i still loved you
day 363
i still loved you
day 364
i really still did love you
day 365
i did the opposite of holding on. i let go

I know I'm not allowed to.

I know I'm not allowed to love you.
But I did.

I know wasn't suppose to love you.
But I did.

I know it was against rules.
But I did.

But I love you so much
My heart aches on every second I'm not with you.

I love you. I know I love you. I want to hug you, pat your hair, say "I love you" and confess my feelings.
But I know I'm not allowed to love you.

These feeling clod up my heart. My heart hurts. When I see you I just can't seem to see you directly in the eyes. Because I'm scared that all love you too much, too much, but I'm not allowed to. And when I know I'm not allowed to.

But I still love you.

The swift of your hair, the scent of your body, the touch of your hands.

Every time you touch me, I know it's a touch, but I can't help but dreaming of your pink lips.

How tragic. A person. Who is not allowed to love another person. Loved that person.

I can't let go of my love for you.
They say to think of you as a normal friend. But I can't help but grin at you and allow my heart to beat when I see you.

I must confess it one day. One day.

I know you're leaving me. So I'll say it on that day. That day you're leaving.

"I love you."

Today I was shocked by your words.

Today started of pretty well. You saw me, you noticed me. I saw you, I smiled at you.

I thought.

But when my friend told me you used to like another person, I felt anger.

The person you liked. I'll call her "B."

I never liked B. She was nice, rude, back and forth.

But you used to like her? Yes, I've seen her hang around you, and felt the tingle of jealousy, but, the fact that you used to like her doesn't make sense.

I like you. And I don't think you like me. You think we're just friends. But I think my feelings are way farther than that.

I know it's stupid. I'm not suppose to hate B. But the fact that you liked her makes my anger rise, and I hear from my head- "****."

I'm very confused,

But I love you.

My love to you is a drug

I try to stop it,

But I keep on thriving for it.

Is that good or bad?