Sometimes when I say: I'm okay. I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say: I know you're not.

Why am I so afraid to lose you when you're not even mine?

"A single moment of misunderstanding is so poisonous, that it makes us forget the hundred lovable moments spent together within a minute ."

Sometimes you have to know when to stop hoping :

I’ve lost somebody who wasn’t even mine.

Smile and no one will see how broken you are inside.

I need something more to hold then just a phone.