of all the people in the world, all the boys i could have picked, all the stories that could have been told.. i chose you…
after the long weekend, you’re gone again. away from me, away from my bed… please come back…
Quick Thought: I don’t want to play your counsellor anymore, I always seem to come out of the sessions more injured than when it begun..
I don’t know why I like you so much, I wish I could figure it out… If I could, I’d take whatever drug, whatever pill to stop thinking about you…
♥ Remember when you felt invincible? Like nothing could bring you down? ♥
I miss that feeling, and mostly it reminds me of times with you.
bah. i should have told you how much you meant to me earlier, and how much your talks meant to me. I’ll miss you when you’re gone… :(
i’ll happily fight over the same shoes, clothes, bags, jewellery.. but i hate fighting you for boys, coz deep down i’m afraid that you’ll always win…
Why do you feel the need to lie to me all the time? I know you. You’re my best friend. I know you don’t like pop music, romantic comedies or vegetarian food. You don’t have to pretend to just because you know I like to…
Please, just be you, because that’s the person I love. ♥