Maybe Someday

Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.

We try so hard to hide everything we're really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most.

For her I bend, for you I break.

How ever, I've learned that the heart can't be told when and who and how it should love. The heart does whatever the hell it wants to do. The only thing we can control is whether we give our lives and our minds the chance to catch up to our hearts.

I want to be your end, but you gotta let it begin.

Hey, heart. Are you listening? You and I are officially at war.

We try so hard to hide everything we're really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most. People try to bottle up their emotions, as if it's somehow wrong to have natural reactions to life.

I failed miserably at trying not to fall in love with you. … I failed first.

My heart made it's choice, and it chose you.

A life of mediocrity is a waste of a life.

Words can sometimes have a far greater effect on a heart than a kiss.

I don't want to be someone's second choice.

Never in all my life and in all my years of living in a world of silence have I wanted to hear something as much as I want to hear her sing right now. I want to hear her so bad it physically hurts.

I want you to hear me love you.

Nothing in my life has ever felt so good yet hurt so achingly bad.

I kiss her every way I can possibly kiss her, because I plan on loving her every way I can possibly love her. Every single time we refused to cave in to our feelings in the past makes this kiss completely worth the sacrifices.

Hurts to see you everyday Cupid shuts his eyes and shot me twice Smell your perfume on my bed Thoughts of you invade my head Truths are written, never said And if I can't be yours now I'll wait here on this ground Till you come, till you take me away Maybe someday Maybe someday

People don't get to choose who they fall in love with. They only get to choose who they stay in love with.

There will never be a maybe someday.

It's you, he says aloud. My heart... wants you.

Kisses like his should come with a warning label. They can't be good for the heart.

To me, lyrics are harder to write when you have to invent the feelings behind them. That's when lyrics take a lot of thought, when they aren't genuine.

There isn't a doubt in my mind that we could be perfect for each others life, Sydney. It's our lives that aren't perfect for us.

She's worth it all. She's worth more.

You should take note that simply because a girl makes your dick hard, that doesn't mean you have to go shove it inside her.

The more I open up to him, the more I need him. The more I admit to myself that I need him, the most it hurts to know that I still don't exactly have him.

I feel like my maybe someday just became my right now.

The fact that Ridge has been honest in his conversations with me is not something he did wrong. The fact that he has feelings for me also isn’t wrong, when you know exactly how much he’s fought those feelings. People can’t control matters of the heart, Warren. They can only control their actions, which is exactly what Ridge did. He lost control once for ten seconds, but after that, every single time temptation reared its ugly head, he walked in the other direction. The only thing Ridge has done wrong is fail to delete his messages, because by doing so, he failed to protect Maggie. He failed to protect her from the harsh truth that people don’t get to choose who they fall in love with. They only get to choose who they stay in love with.” I look up at the ceiling and blink back tears. “He was choosing to stay in love with her, Warren. Why can’t she see that? This will kill him so much more than it’s killing her.

Say it's wrong, but baby, it feels right.