I don't get the kind of butterflies that people would normally get whenever they are in love. Ah, in love. That's the word. Perhaps we just love each other. Perhaps, we are never in love.
"Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart."

Maybe, maybe now is not the time for us. You're unhappy now. I don't know how to appreciate anyone while you deserve just that and so much more. Appreciation is the key. Trust, too. I'm sorry but you deserve the things that I can't give. You deserve to receive all the love you can get. You'll be happy in time. But I guess, maybe it's just not with me. I'm afraid of commitments. I tend to avoid love at all cause. But then again, it's funny how your mood affects mine too. Whenever you're moody, I tend to be like that as well. Isn't that love? Frankly, I don't even know how to define love. Maybe one day we'll describe our own definition of it. Maybe when we are slightly older.
i keep hurting him,
i keep hurting him,
i keep hurting him.

i keep saying sorry,
to the point it becomes pointless.
he keeps saying "it's ok."

i don't want to him to leave, 
is that a selfish act?
not wanting him to leave,
but constantly hurting him.
"of course, you're going to get your heart broken. and it isn't just going to happen once, but a lot. that's just part of growing up, and it makes you stronger. then you can handle it better next time. you may not get through it yourself, but your friends will help you through it. and you'll be a stronger person because of it. then one day someone will come along, and it'll all pay off and no one will ever break your heart again."
you moved on and so did i. you told me to look for someone better, so i did. you can spend, hours, days, weeks or even years trying to dwell on this, but i. am. done. friends? i dont mind but im sorry this time its me who has to walk away. theres no point of me over-analyzing the situation over and over again. trying to put the pieces back together, justifying what could have, would have happened. i should just leave the pieces on the floor. another day, a broken promise. yeah those were lovely memories but those were yesterday's feelings.