Monday, November 28, 2011

To be told "Kissing you was electric. It was THE kiss then, and i've yet to find another one that could compare"just made my night.

This guy describes me like how I describe food. Blissful.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.
"There are three sides to every story".

There's your side, the other person... and then the truth.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

Friday, November 25, 2011

After everything that has been said and done, I never thought it could hurt much worse than it did.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

It can't go back. It can only get worse.
But i'm not going to stand here and wait.

A new story.

Never look back. I've already told the story of my past and my present. Focus now should be the new stories I can tell. New stories I SHOULD tell.

It's probably why writing is therapeutic. You leave a big chunk of your past on the words you write down. And there lies all the emotions that goes with it. Trapped. Whether in an exclamation point, a suspension point or a period.

It always ends with a period.

- Live like there's no tomorrow. Love like it's your last.