Sunday, January 16, 2011


I wish you were here with me. I wish I was there with you. But most of all, I wish I didn't have to wish for you.

Love is looking at him and knowing you can't be with him. You feel happy because he's happy with someone else.

I've learned you can never expect anything from anyone, no matter who it is. The second you expect something from someone, you're setting yourself up for heartbreak.

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

It's cold outside, even colder between you and me.

1 comment:

  1. just drive-by-blogging... you have a great start to a happy zombie's day.
    take care!