I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken — and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

highwaymasturbation:

Our time came and went too fast
Some things are not ment to last
but I still think about them, do you?
If you could see me now..
Yes, I remember all those things you said,
remember them like yesterday
But it doesn’t take away the pain,
we’ll never be the same again
So I try to get you out…

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop