The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had

Never say good-bye if you still want to try, never give up if you still feel you can go on, never say you don't love a person anymore if you can't let go.

For every word you say, another piece of my heart you take.

I get the best feeling in the world when you say hi or even smile at me because I know, even if its just for a second, that I've crossed your mind.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her!

Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.

As we grow older together, As we continue to change with age, There is one thing that will never change. . . I will always keep falling in love with you.

we never wanted to fall in love,because of our friendship...but it happened and its a feeling that i can never explain

“Inside the heart of each and every one of us there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares. When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world.”

"For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it."

Nobody Will Have A Place In My Heart As You Did

We'll change the course of history

We all are artists.
Painting our skies,sketching our lives,and singing our cries.
Paint, sketch, and sing well my friend.

For none know when it could end.

There are 34 stars on the sky tonight. 35, if you count that very small one in a corner fold of celestial fabric.The last times I counted there were 25, then 43 and then 56. So little stars on the sky...it's almost bare. I want a sky with thousands of stars, so many it would look like someone used it as a pincushion.I would just sit on the rooftop and patiently count each and every one, and giddily give them names.But maybe it's better there are only so few here. Maybe it's better because you and I have more chances of looking at the same star, at the same time, thinking the same thing, and not even knowing it.Maybe we will be looking at the same star all of our lives, and one day, while going after it to catch it between trembling fingers, we'll meet...and decide to share our star.I want you to be a dreamer, a poet, a gentle soul, someone to make me laugh till I cry of joy, someone to bring me my light and hold me; I want to feel safe in your arms, and be silly with you, laugh at serious things and be serious about the silly ones. I want you to be someone I count stars and fireflies with, and someone I could sing together with a stupid song.I want you to be the someone I can share my star with.Someday we will find each other.Till then, we'll just look at the same star and wish for each other until it drops of the sky for us to catch between our lips.

I want you to play me like a violin.I want you to string my cords, to caress my timber and make music with me.I want you to play me until your fingers feel numb, and to cherish and love me and put me in a large wooden case. Carry me around with you wherever you go, and stop at the train station to play me. People will be shocked at how good you are at playing (with?) me, but will pay nonetheless, because no one can do it like you.I want you to pluck my cords when I’m old and replace them with new ones, and play me like you did the first time.I want you to climax at the sound of a flautando done with grace, and then we’ll finish our music in terms of heavy staccato, tangled between your fingers and my strings, between the sheets of paper adorned with musical notes, and the half-broken bow forgotten in a corner.I want my timber of wood to grow with your timber of voice, and as our sounds evolve, we’ll make better music together than any Stradivarius and its master could. We’ll be like one, your nimble fingers holding my bow with grace, making me gasp a grave do minor, ending with a slight tremolo, then, as your wrist resumes its pace, my strings shall wail in a hushed bemol.I want you to make my music sound the best, and make it yours.I want you to carve your name on the side of my long neck, and pass your fingers over my bridge in reconnaissance, to rest upon the chin piece. Lift me up, bring me to your chin and support me to your shoulder, and caress my strings like you always do.

I want you to play me like a violin.

I know it's hard to let go,
But when the door closes,
Maybe it will open another door,
For someone better.
Someone you always knew was there,
But may finally realize that he is in fact,
The one you've been looking for.

Can you read my mind ?

We've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world