If you were to ask me how I know I love him, I’ll reply with a simple ‘cause I do.’ And if you think thats cliche, I’ll tell you how its impossible to describe the feeling of pure ecstasy I get at just the thought of him, how my heart screams for him when he’s gone, that the feeling of his lips pulling into a smile in sync with mine while we kiss still sends butterflies through my stomach, how just the thought of losing him is the worst pain my heart has ever felt. I’ll tell you how his smile is more beautiful then a sunrise and how his touch still sends shivers down my spine. I’ll tell you how he truly is the most amazing site for me to see and how he makes me feel more than I ever imagined I could. I’ll tell you that I know I love him as well as I know I am me…because nothing else in the world would make sense if my love for him was not true.





If you were to ask me how I know it's over, I'll tell you "cause I do." And if you think that's not a good answer, I'll tell you how every time I look into his eyes I see the same emptiness I saw the night he looked straight into mine and lied. I'll tell you how it's impossible to describe the void feeling I have when I think of him, how my heart screams for me to let him go, that the feeling of his lips on mine send ripples through my stomach. I'll tell you how my heart screams for who he used to be, or who I thought he was. I'd tell you how his smile makes me cringe because I know behind it is a lie. I'll tell you how I truly can not look at him anymore without thinking of her. And her. And her. And her. I'll tell you that I know I am done as well as I know I am me. Because with him, I no longer am me.