breakup

Hold on, and dont put us on hold

Luke is the sort of boy Taylor Swift could get at least three songs out of.

Love alone means nothing unless you have a tortured heart for it to soothe.

A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.

A hundred years ago, people had perfectly understood that you could die of a broken heart, now they thought you were making a fuss about nothing_Certain kinds of suffering are like radiation: they cause furious growth and mutation of the inner self.

So the first time she and Leo combusted, she'd practically been poised for the breakup. In some inexplicable way, she'd been looking forward to it and all its attendant drama, because wasn't there something nearly lovely__hen you were young enough__bout guts churning and tear ducts being put to glorious overuse? She recognized the undeniable satisfaction of the first emotional fissure because an unraveling was still something grown-up and, therefore, life affirming. See? The broken heart signalled. I loved enough to lose; I felt enough to weep. Because when you were young enough, the stakes of love were so very small, nearly insignificant. How tragic could a breakup be when it was part of the fabric of expectation from the beginning? The hackneyed fights, the late-night phone calls, the indignant recounting for friends over multiple drinks and in earshot of an appropriately flirtatious bartender__t was theatre for a certain type of person . . . Until it wasn't.

Relationships are like broken glass. Sometimes it__ better to leave them broken than hurt yourself trying to put the pieces back together

We met at a cross-roads in life,But we were going different directions.We were part of each other's lives,But only for a moment.The first person that you meet in lifeWon't necessarily be the one who's forever.Just look at you and me,And it's not hard to see thatThis is the moment before life goes on.We are still friends;We are still really good friends.Please tell me that you agree.But I'm not the one for you,And you just can't see yourself with me.

How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

One day, he and William had been speeding toward each other; the next, careening away. But why?

Her silence should be feared more than her words.

HereMeYouEternallyEnd

We loved each other.We hurt each other.We left each other.Now we hate each other.Let__ not stop there.Let__ finally forgive each other.

When you committed to love me, cherish me, be only with me, protect my heart, I took all that literally. Silly me.

That you were able to walk away, gives me my answer as plain as day.

You are not disposable. I know you feel that way when people choose to walk out of your life, but their emptiness causes space. And that vacant area of your life is desperately crying out for the one meant to take up residence. Let the angry tenant go. You don't want someone staying because you've begged and pleaded for their occupancy. You want the one who sees your quaking heart and says: "Honey I'm home".

Sometimes __ood bye_ is just another way of saying __ love you

He needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.