I’m sorry …

I don’t know if I love you more than you love me, I don’t know if I love you less than you love me and I don’t know if we love each other just the same. And I guess we’ll never know because there will never be an objective measure of love. But what I know is that I love you with all that I have and if that’s not enough then I’m sorry my love and my heart isn’t enough, I’m not enough for you.


When love is no longer meant for me ..

I was not confident at first
that you did this to me
My heart felt
That you changed when you met him

When love is no longer meant for me
When your heart is not for me
Why is it that he should take you

And when I’m not good for you
And when he makes you happ

I will leave though my heart is unwilling

— Jae

All you can do is ..

Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody?
You don’t want to smile and you don’t want to fake being happy but at the
same time you don’t know exactly what’s wrong either, there isn’t a way to
explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand. If you could want
anything in the world it would be to be alone.
At least when you’re alone
 no one constantly asks you what’s wrong and there isn’t anyone who won’t
take “I don’t know” for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You
hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself
again, but until then all you can do is wait.

I’ve loved you then, like I love you now..

Maybe I wasn’t asking you to love me, maybe I was asking you to understand, because for so long I’ve been hurt and for so long you’ve ignored it, and maybe it is bad timing, but maybe, I don’t care. I’ve been here all along just waiting, waiting for you to notice, waiting for you to care. Waiting for you to say that you’ve been waiting too and you haven’t and maybe you never will or maybe you’re afraid to. But it all hurts the same, and in the end, I’m the one that’s left broken and when I lay down to sleep, I’m still the one crying, so screw the bad timing. I’ve loved you then, like I love you now, like I probably always will

I try to talk to you ..

I try to talk to you, but I don’t know what to say. I am afraid you don’t
want me to say anything, so I don’t.
But inside of me there are words waiting
to come out and tell you how I feel, like how I miss you. And how I love you
despite my broken heart and how I need you in my life. And especially how
much I want you. But those words may forever stay locked in my heart,
locked inside. Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside yours
 too, but I’ll never know.

The ones I love ..

Silence just keeps screaming back at me
The ones I love are lost in memories
And I wish that I could take back what was done
You can only change the person you’ve become
I have to try and find a way
To leave it all behind

And if I fall and crash and burn
At least we both know that I tried
And as I crawl those lessons learned
Yeah they remind me I survived

And I’ve been hurt and I’ve been scarred
At least I know that I’m alive

 Lifehouse - Crash and burn

This heart …

This heart that I’ve followed has left me so hollow.

You’re not there anymore…

We still speak, but the conversations are shorter. I speak hesitantly, in
fear that something will slip out like “I miss you” or “I miss this,” and I
will immediately regret the words I have spoken.
Because if I say these things
 I will realize I’m still not over you after all this time, and my heart will
 once again be thrown out and about every time I see you.
I don’t want to have
to go through that pain again, so I make like I’m over it. I cover it up and
live my life as though I am happy when the truth is, I’m not because you’re
not there anymore, standing next to me holding my hand and telling me
everything will be okay as long as we stick together.

Good .. bye …

The one thing I hate most is saying goodbye. It’s never been easy for me.
 I mean, how do you approach the concept of goodbye? Goodbyes are all different.
 Some are for a day. Some are for a month. But others are forever. And the
concept of forever is hard to accept.
It’s like, hey, I’m never going to see
 you again, goodbye. It doesn’t feel complete. But I think that’s what goodbyes
 are. They’re incomplete and you honestly don’t know how long the goodbye will
 last. It’s a part of life.
A part of life I could do without.

What if..

When it comes to relationships, people are always so scared of the what-ifs that they forget what is. They spend so much time thinking, What if I get hurt?”, “What if it doesn’t work out?” that they stop
thinking about things that are already real. They forget the feelings
they get when the person they love walks into the room and the excitement
that rushes through them when the phone rings cause it might be the person
they are waiting to hear from.
Never let the fear of what-if stop you from
letting yourself take a chance on love, because what if this is the person
your destined to spend the rest of your life with?