Sometimes you think you’ve gotten over a person, but when you see him smile you suddenly realize you’re just pretending you’re over him to ease the pain of knowing that he’ll never be yours again.
One of the saddest thing in life is keeping yourself busy and pushing yourself to the limit all day.
And when you get home, lying in bed, you’ll realize that after all what you have done to try to forget, you’re still in the very same position you’re trying to escape.
Fairy tales are more than true. Not because they tell us that dragons exist but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
I’m sorry for being clingy and too dependent when it comes to you. I can say that they all bothered you, how I got so jealous and how you felt like I don’t trust you, and how I got so paranoid over little things. Paranoia isn’t a gift, okay? Anyways, I won’t be sorry for telling you how I feel, I don’t want to be sorry for being tough, and, let’s say, for being real. Er, am I making any sense here? But, then again, I thank God I had the privilege to met you, even though it seems that the two of us are drifting away, just please give me time to forget everything that happened, and for the worse, let me forget that you ever existed. I think it will take a long baby-step process for me.
