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When did you stop caring? he asked.When did you start noticing? she replied.

Do you know what it is like,to lie in bed awake;with thoughts to hauntyou every night,of all your past mistakes.Knowing sleep will set it right - if you were not to wake.

RegretsTiming is irrelevant when two people are meant for each other. It's what I once believed.But we met during a time when I was such a mess, when I still had so much to figure out. How could I have known how crucial every word, every action was or how losing you would be something I would always regret?If only you could have met me now, how different it would be. How much I have changed. How I have grown. I learned so much from all the mistakes I made with you. I just wish I had made them with someone else.

She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry.

Every letterthat she types;every keystrokethat she strikes-To spell your nameagain and again,is all she everwants to write.

I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.

There is safety in numbness_ there is solace in sleep.

I saw love in your smile and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I was already home.