Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him.

Do you think he remembers the moments too? Do you think he looks at a calendar and just pauses for a second, remembering the significant events that happened this day years in the past? Does a boy’s heart ache when he thinks of what used to be, or does it not even cross his mind? I don't think so.

You know you like someone when they're all you ever think about. When at random moments they pop up in your head and make you smile from ear to ear. You talk to them a lot, and you want to be with them every chance you get - regardless of where it's at or what you're doing. You know you like someone when you're scared of losing them. They can make you both extremely happy, and depressingly sad. When they talk to someone else, your heart drops in fear that they might fall for them instead. That they have more to offer. Bust most of all, you know you like someone when, while reading this, they popped into your head.

There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

If we weren't meant to give things another try, our paths and thoughts would not keep crossing and we would not keep tripping over our feelings for each other.

I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my life the way I feel when I'm with you.

don't worry when i fight with you, worry when i stop because it means there is nothing left for us to fight for.

I vow to help you love life. To always hold you with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands. To speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they are not. To live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home. 

Everyone is in such a hurry. People haven’t found meaning in their lives, so they’re running around all the time looking for it. They think the next car, the next house, the next job. Then they find those things are empty, too, and they keep running. Once you start running, it’s hard to slow yourself down

I have to ask you a question. It's a good one so think about it. If two people love each other, but they just can't seem to get it together, when do you get to that point of enough is enough?

"You really loved him, didn't you?" A simple psychological question. Not a single name was mentioned. But suddenly, someone came into your mind as you read it.

has it ever occurred to you that you could change your life right this second if you really wanted to? you could stand up and yell at your teacher if you wanted to, you could place yourself in a life or death situation if you wanted, you could even take that risk and just spontaneously and passionately kiss the one you really love by surprise. you could change the entire outcome of our lives, and if our lives are really as bad as we say they are, why won't we take those chances. 

I hope you live a life that you're proud of; and if you find you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
   - F. Scott Fitzgerald

"What are you going to do with your life?" In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking her this forever; teachers, her parents, friends at three in the morning, but the question had never seemed this pressing and still she was no nearer an answer. "Live each day as if it's your last," that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn't practical. Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make a difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance. 
   - One Day by David Nicholls

Sometimes, I feel like I don't belong where I am and that I have the wrong people in my life. I get this feeling, like I'm an outsider even when I'm being included or that I'm always around people who don't know me at all. Then I see you smile at me and I don't mind being invisible to the rest of the world, I realize I'll always feel alone without you around.

There's nothing left here for me but empty promises and the thought of all the things I'm never getting back

The world was made round so that if two people who are meant to be together should choose to take different paths in life, they would wrap around and end up right back to each other to meet again.

Wanting you happy was always more important than wanting you.

no matter how good things are, there will always be solitary nights you spend in 
your bedroom or car or in a party full of your closest friends when it feels like the walls are caving in.

i am just scared that you will end up being everything i ever wanted. i know it seems confusing. but i just don't wanna get hurt.

at the end of their relationship she asked if they could still remain friends. his face was expressionless until he said 'no, because we put friends in boxes. you see them once in a while, or even a lot, but still they have their box in your life, their specific place. their category. that's one of the great things about being someone's love - you have no box in their life because you are part of all their boxes. you are their friend, their lover, their confidante - all those things. i don't want to be put in one of your boxes and i don't want to shrink you to fit into one of mine.

at the end of the after, after doing all these things, there is an empty space. there is going to be something you ache for. the key is to find something you have a passion for, something you can live for every day of your life, and stay with it. to fulfill, you must fulfill your purpose.

whatever comes our way, whatever battle is raging inside us, we always have a 
choice. it's the choices that make us what we are, and we can always choose to do the right thing.

how do you know when it's over? - maybe when you feel more in love 
with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.

in the end, only three things matter; how much you loved, how gently you lived, 
and how gracefully you let go out things not meant for you.

has it ever occurred to you that you could change your life right this second if you really wanted to? you could stand up and yell at your teacher if you wanted to, you could place yourself in a life or death situation if you wanted, you could even take that risk and just spontaneously and passionately kiss the one you really love by surprise. you could change the entire outcome of our lives, and if our lives are really as bad as we say they are, why won't we take those chances. 

One day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass, and you realize you always felt that way.

Yesterday you were better off than you are today but it took today for you to realize it. But today has arrived and it’s too late. You see? People are never happy with what they have. They want what they had, or what others have. The grass is always greener on the other side.

If you're going through hell keep on going, don't slow down, if you're scared, don't show it. You might get out before the devil even knows you're there.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, life would be a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere; safe and comfortable, but dull and pointless.

After all these months, all this time, so much has happened. The talks, the phone calls, the laughs and the feelings. If I were to look back on them, I would never have believed that, that person was once me. I wouldn't recognize that girl because she's so different from me. But I guess changing and moving on is growing up, I'm growing up and finding out what kind of person I want to be for the rest of my life. And maybe in the future, there are more changes to come, but as for right now, this is who I'm proud to be.

When I see you together, my heart falls. And it's not because I hate her or because she doesn't deserve you. It's because I've always told you that you deserve the best, and now I'm afraid that you've found it. And the worst part is, I'm crazy about you. I love what you are, and what you do and how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength that carries you through. I've seen the best of you. I've seen the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. And I love you.

You're always going to have a place in my life. You're always going to be that love that I'll long for when you're gone, and I'll always miss you.

Sometimes I don't know what to think about. I don't know what to believe. Sometimes, I wish I could just run away, get out, and leave. But then you always find a way to brighten my worst day. You turn the worst to best in just a single minute. I don't know how my life would be without you in it. I guess I just want to let you know that no matter how life may go, always know it's true that I love you and I'll be here for you.

As you’re reading this, your life’s getting shorter. It’s ticking away. I’m not saying this to frighten you. Or even scare you. Though it may. I’m saying this to awaken you. To inspire you. To rise you out of your deep slumber. To really know you won’t live forever.

Some things you don't know you miss until, out of nowhere, you have them back, or have them back but all wrong. The way, after a dream, where you've kissed someone who, in real life, you'll never kiss again, maybe you've never kissed at all, you wake up and realize, in the throbbing pit of your stomach, how impossible it is to live without kissing them again.

There's a huge difference between giving up and letting go. Giving up is sacrificing what was rightfully yours, and letting go is forgetting what never was.

Two people can be perfect for each other but if the timing’s wrong it’s never going to work out. Bad timing is the reason that most normal people end up single. Weirdos and creeps are single cause they are weird and creepy but people like us are single because of bad timing.

“Moving on is the same thing as wishing that person a better life without you. If you want to move on by hurting that person by making a revenge, it will not make any sense. You’re just hurting yourself more.”

All of us started out normal. All of us started out with the potential to do almost anything we wanted, but somewhere along the path of our lives, we got lost.

The worst regret we can have in life is not for the wrong things we did. But for the right things we could have done but we never did.

Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.

Sometimes you have to make that decision about what is worth fighting for and what isn't worth fixing.

everyone knows you are going to live, so you might as well start trying.

i didn't want to kiss you goodbye. that was the trouble. i wanted to kiss you goodnight, and there is a big difference

Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now? Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go? Remember, cause that's all you can do. We'll never make another memory.

But the thing is, it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely, because almost everyone has the smallest bit of faith and hope that one day they would all come true. And at the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don’t really expect it. its like one day you realize that the fairy tale is slightly different than your dream. The castle, well it may not be castle. And its not so important that its happily ever after – just that its happy right now. See, once in a while, once in a blue moon people will surprise you. And once in a while, people may even take your breath away.

And it was through falling flat-on-my-butt in love with him that I realized the most important thing about first love: As deep as it is for you at the time, its only a teaser for even more amazing things to come. And whether first love ends dramatically or hurtfully or simply, eventually all the emotional fog surrounding it clears and we can see that first love is so special because its one of the few experiences in life when we follow only our heart- not reason, not "rules", not what other people say. Maybe that's why we all hold on to our first love in some way - why we miss it or long for it, want to reclaim or redo it. Because first love opens our eyes to that feeling that everyone's been talking about, singing about, writing about. it makes you feel like you've crossed over from not knowing, to knowing. with first love, everything is new - and the possibilities it awakens in you are exhilarating.

don't beat yourself up for not knowing the answers. you don't always have to know who you are. you don't have to have the big picture, or know where you're heading. sometimes, it's enough just to know what you're going to do next.

What I’m most afraid of is that feeling..The feeling of being alone; of being lost. That feeling when you have absolutely no idea what’s going on inside of you. When you have no idea what’s coming next or where you’re going. When you feel lost while you’re just sitting in your room. When you’re just completely empty inside and you can actually feel it.

I miss you in a way that tempting boys can't replace. Several lips have found mine since yours but, none were ever worth a chase. Call me pathetic, at least I'm on your mind. My dad says I'm too good for you and my little sister wishes you were still around so she could try to impress you. My mom says we were good together and I'm still looking for that mistake that made us unwind. I know you would be proud of me because we always spoke of the dreams I'm living. I hope you're doing fine and I don't find you pathetic but, you're still always on my mind

Smiling but we're close to tears, even after all these years, we just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time.

There's that occasional night where you just break down and cry, because you know that no matter what, things will never be the same again.

I'm looking for the slightest sign that you miss what you left behind.

it is always important to know when something has reached its end. closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn't matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over. slowly, i began to realize that i could not go back and force things to be as they once were: those two years, which up until then had seemed like an endless inferno, were now beginning to show me their true meaning. 

 but then i realized that i was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. that the person i missed didn't exist anymore. people change. the things we like and dislike change. and we can wish they wouldn't all day long, but that never works.

 i thought about how we can't always live in the moment because moments pass, and when we're lucky, we have the kind of moments that we can't help wanting to go back to. we think about them, remember how they felt, and when more time passes we tell stories of these moments that are worth reliving.

I think letting you go was the smartest decision I ever made. Even though I loved you so much, I just couldn't deal with the pain. And the times we spent together, holding each other, were the best times of my life. But no matter how much I wanted to keep you in my arms, I couldn't. I couldn't hold onto you, knowing that all you were going to do was hurt me. But right now, even though I still love you, I don't need you anymore. I don't need you to complete me. I just need you to comfort me when I'm sad, support me, and listen to me when I talk. So I guess what I'm saying is, I'm glad we're over. I'm glad I've let go.

it's not until months later, looking back, that you realize how much better you could've done. And it won't be until months from now that you really do let go & you finally give another guy a chance. But until then, here you are, stuck in the past, wishing it was the present.

No one ever marries their first love anymore. There is just too much else to do. Too many options. Always looking for the next best thing, when it is usually the first best thing that was the best thing all.

God gave me 5 fingers for a reason. My pinky is for my best friends and our promises that will never be broken, my ring finger is for marriage and for proof that we’ll be together forever, my middle finger is for that person that pushes me too far and to show them how I feel, my pointer finger is to silence them, to savour the moment, my thumb is for everyone, to let them know that I’m gonna be okay. No matter what.

 That's it, that's how it ends. No looking back, no holding back. No goodbyes and no smiles. Because, that's life. You don't get a chance to ever really tell someone how you feel because you never have the guts until it's too late. And you don't realize just how much you love them until you lose them. Not until the last second do you understand how incomplete you are without them, how incomplete you are always going to be.

Things don't always change with a bang. Sometimes they change so gradually that you can't clearly pinpoint the last moment they were truly the same. 

We said our goodbye with tears and promised to not let the years get away. But that's something you just have to say.

And I'm the one who loses in the end. So, I let you go, and I watch you leave, and I hold my breath so you don't hear me scream when you walk away. But the words are only in my head. It's not what I said that's keeping me awake, it's what I didn't say.

People who are meant to be together always find their way in the end

 The year you left, I was always missing you. Your life was moving so fast away from me, and I could only grab hold so much, so tight.

It was easier not to think about him most of the time. I'd stopped letting the memories in. I'd stopped talking to him in my head, pretending he could hear me. I'd stopped looking obsessively at his pictures. A part of me wanted to forget his face, his warmth, his deep voice, his lopsided smile, because it would be easier that way, wouldn't it?

 No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't escape the reality that he was gone.

- "You know, it's okay to hate him a little. He did leave you and it made life hard for you. Life is still hard for you."

- "How can I feel like that and still love him so much?"

- "I think that's exactly what love is."

How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at beds that are no longer slept in, shoes that are no longer worn. Families that no longer have to buy a particular cereal, a kind of shampoo. There are people everywhere standing in a line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds for years. For their whole lives. I don't believe time heals. I don't want it to. If I heal, doesn't that mean that I've accepted the world without him?

 three things you cannot recover in life: the moment after it’s missed, the word after it’s said, and the time after it’s wasted.

 sometimes it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve been somewhere with someone new trying to replace the past that’s attached to it or how many times you wear something over and over again trying to rid it of a scent that still seems to live in it, or how many days, years, months or seasons go by - there will always seem to be that one memory much stronger than the rest that your heart will remember the most. 

 there are two reasons why people don't talk about something: either it doesn't mean anything or it means everything. 

I never promised you a happy ending; you never said that you wouldn’t make me cry. But summer love will keep us warm, long after our autumn goodbye.

"Instead I watched him slip away, I watched him fade into a memory cause I knew that was best. I knew my heart couldn’t take it anymore and I knew I’d be alright without him. Tears trickled down my face as he vanished into the distance. It felt like each step he took was a memory fading, a promise breaking, and a love dying. I was okay. He went his way and I went mine though the memories were left behind, about a silly girl and foolish boy in love.”

Everything will be okay. Think about happened a year ago today. You probably can't even remember. Everything that seems important now won't be anymore. Things find a way of working themselves out. Things aren't as impossible as they seem. Don't think about how broken your heart is right now, don't think about how things won't work and how hard everything seems to always be. You have two moving feet and a heart that beats. Use your feet and go find someone or something to make your heart happy. Everything is going to work out. Whatever happens is what is what is supposed to happen. Maybe it won't always work out, I can't promise you that it will. But there is no reason to believe you won't be okay. There is no reason to believe everything won't work out.

When "your song" comes on the radio, turn the station. When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made and tries calling you, turn off your phone. When he tries coming to your house, don't answer your door. Think of all the broken promises, and the lies, and the manipulation and the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the hell he was. Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night, and how it felt to your stomach when you saw it wasn't him, and realized that once again, he hadn't called when he said he was going to.