I thought that I would die without you, but I'm living.

I don't cry because I love you, but because its so hard not to.

I don't miss him, I miss who I thought he was.

It's so hard to move on when you still love what's gone

I'm more than just an option.

I smile through the pain because I know, even though I'm breaking inside, he's still watching.

Why are you doing this to me?

These are just feelings. They'll go away.

Just because I forgive you, doesn't mean I want you back. I'm forgiving letting go and moving on to something bigger and better.

If it hurts you so much, how can it possibly be the right thing for you?

I don’t want to know everything, but I’m done with the lies.