You know he’s the one when he walks in the room and you get warm, get the butterflies, and catch your breath.
I keep telling myself that I don’t miss you, and that I don’t love you, hoping someday I’ll believe it.
Love is when you can’t stop looking at him even if he’ll never look back.
Everyone wants to be the sun that lights up your life, but I’d rather be your moon, so I can shine on you during your darkest hour.