Pieces of You

The quickest path to self-destruction is to push away the people you love.

How can you still love me after everything I’ve done to you?” “How can I not? You’re the fucking love of my life. You don’t stop loving someone just because they’ve hurt you. Yes, what you did hurt me, but I gain nothing if I stay angry with you. But I might gain everything by forgiving you. You’re my everything. I just want you back.

You’re my mess, and that makes you a beautiful mess,

You’re mine, and a piece of you will always belong to me the same way a piece of me will always belong to you.

Why? Why do you have to leave?” “Because sometimes you have to suffer without the things you want now so you can have everything you need later.

Because sometimes you have to suffer without the things you want now so you can have everything you need later.

Are you okay?” he whispers as he kisses my neck and I nod hastily. “Good ‘cause I’m about to wreck you.

Most people think that they want spacious homes, but they don’t realize how the emptiness of a large room just amplifies the emptiness in a broken heart. And we’re all broken, in one way or another.

I’m going to take my time and you’re going to like it.

You don't stop loving someone just because they've hurt you.

You may not be mine anymore, but I'm still lucky to have you in my life.

It's funny that when the one person you live for is ripped out of your life you can still find a way to convince yourself it's for the best and that you will eventually get over it. What a joke.

Most people think that they want spacious homes, but they don't realize how the emptiness of a large room just amplifies the emptiness in a broken heart.

No one knows how to love me like you and no one knows how to hurt me like you.

sometimes being alone is more desirable than being in a roomful of people who aren’t there.