Sometimes,
Its just not to be.
Like you and me...

And that hurt more than words could ever describe

Do you know why she picked you?
It's because you make her smile on days she is convinced she will never smile again, it's because when she wants to hate the world, she loves you--   it's because when she's lost, the first she always looks for is you.
Did you ever realise that?
When she fights for you, why do you think she does it? Is it because of your eyes or the way you walk?
•No•
It's because she sees something in you that's worth fighting for.
When she constantly asks how she can change your sour mood, do you think it's because you're pretty?
•Not at all•
She does it so you know-- understand-- realise-- that no matter what state you're in, she'll be there to hold your hand whether you laugh, cry or feel helpless.
If she says she loves you, do you think it's to make you laugh?
•Never•
It's because she will only say this to you when she has no doubt that it will not hurt so much that it will not be real.

First are the most important,
because they are the most memorable.

i like to think about
the time before
my life was familiar to me.
remember when the tiles of this
hallway had never
seen my footsteps?
remember when the buttons of this
elevator had never
felt my fingertips?
remember when the music that
filled this hall had never
been made by me?
my memory of the flags in the windows
and the trees breaking up
the pavement in the parking lot
and the glass doors made of
piano keys
it never meant anything then.
i only thought i understood
what i was seeing
when i thought i’d never
see it again.
the painting in front of me
has changed me as much
as i changed it.
just think
if i saw the same things a year ago
as what i’m seeing today
and nothing seems the same
how different will everything be
tomorrow?