I have wandered far to find love, I have found love but it didn't go far, I have broken a few hearts, I had mine broken too by someone.

Missing a person, who's long been gone is like remembering all things undone.

Nothing helps a broken heart like having someone wonderful give you theirs.

Part of me aches to touch her now that she's so close. But the other part, the logical part, wants to coast myself in Teflon, because I know that her being here, no matter what her reasons, is going to seriously fuck with my world.

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

I love finding - or inventing - ways to categorize people.