I wonder how long it will be before I am just a memory.

I miss your smile, but I missed mine more.

I thought that I was over you, but every time my phone vibrates or rings, I find myself wishing that it was a text from you.

Just because I let you go, it does not mean that I wanted to.

If someone makes you miserable more than they make you happy, then it is time to let them go, no matter how much you love them.

The only thing to cry about is that the breakup did not happen sooner.

Never allow someone to be your priority while being their option.

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