Find a boy who isn’t afraid to admit that he misses you, who knows that you’re not perfect, but treats you as if you are.
Don’t be the reason she doesn’t trust guys anymore.
Sitting next to him doing absolutely nothing means absolutely everything to me.
Don’t push away the people who truly care about you, because one day, you will push them away, and they won’t come back.
Stop sending me mixed signals, either you’re into me or you’re not.
I can fake a smile, I can pretend to be happy, I can do a lot of things, but I can’t pretend that I don’t love you.
Behind every girls favorite song is an untold story.
It’s sweet when someone knows every single detail about you. Not because you constantly remind them, but because they pay attention.
Right now, someone you haven’t met is out there wondering what it would be like to meet someone like you.
Please don’t make me think there’s something, when there’s nothing.
I like long text messages, because I appreciate the effort that’s put into a complete thought.
A broken heart is what changes people.
If you don’t like me I’m cool with that. Just don’t pretend that you do.
It hurts when you miss someone that doesn’t miss you.
Everyone loves the “I miss you” message.
When you find the right person who makes you happy, don’t let them go.
I wonder what goes through your mind when someone mentions my name to you.
I can’t help it. You’re always on my mind.
It’s amazing how a person who was once just a stranger, can suddenly mean the world to you.
It scares me that I would give up my happiness just to see you smile. I just hope that you would never make me have to.
5 lies that women tell: I’m fine, I’m not mad, I don’t mind if you go, I’ll be readү in 5 min, I’m not jealous.
Sometimes you miss the memories, not the person.
Kiss her on the forehead. She will fall in love with you, and if she’s already in love with you, she will fall in love all over again.
That awkward moment when you get jealous even though you have no right to be.
It’s unbelievable how fast people can change. One day, you mean everүthing. The next day, you don’t exist anүmore.
I’m not the jealous type, but what’s mine is mine. End of story.