... behind that distant smile
Reblogged from pepperlovesred
When Harry Met Sally. (via pepperlovesred)
If loving means being constantly hurt and frustrated, then I would not want to be in love again.
If loving means, being strong and holding on till your hand hurts, then I would not want to love again.
If loving means, giving your all and not expecting something in return because to love is to give… even when they take everything away, then I would not want to love again.
Love a blissful state in which the mind is shadowed by what the heart dreams.
To be cared for, even with a single moment is considered love and that fools the heart.
But love is beyond what the heart feels and the mind can control.
It means overcoming your fears and coming up strong.
Love means forgiving even if it hurts because to love means accepting the wrongs.
Love means being outside your tiny little box and being vulnerable outside.
Love means breaking down sometimes when it bears too much.
Love means learning to let go.
Love means never having to say goodbye.
Love means forgetting, when it gone to the wrong turn.
Someday I wish you can find.
To take some moment to make me smile.
Too much is that for you?
To take a minute to say “I am here for you”?
Been so long since I last wished.
That we can have some silent dream,
Under the moonlit’s kiss.
I never meant to be in love
Pain I avoid so please, don’t break this heart.
Please catch me this time,
Don’t let this glass heart hit the ground.
They say you should always have faith.
Even when it rains, there’s sunlight up ahead.
Stand thy ground take a leap and pray.
There is sunshine after the rain.
Something tells me
There’s something good in every tomorrow.
Maybe not together, maybe not with you.
But my stupid heart will always say, “I love you.”
life’s like a highway…
a busy street…
a paved walkpath drenched in sunbeams ang heavy rains…
strangers we meet along the way becomes familiar faces—with a name, they become our acquiantances…
through time, they become friends…
a silent companion amidst the noise of drifting cars and heavy footsteps of people passing-by…
then there are friends who become family…
then you’ll know by heart that you’ll never gonna walk these streets alone.
"This is for the girls who have the tendency to stay up all night listening to music that reminds them of their current situation.
Who hide their fears, hurt, pains and tears under their smiles and laughs all day on a daily basis.
The girls who WEAR THEIR HEARTS ON THEIR SLEEVE.
The girls who pray things will workout just once and they’ll be satisfied.
The girls who scream and cry into their pillows because the rest of the world fails to listen.
The girls who have it hard but don’t let anyone know that.
The girls who may never have it easy.
The girls who have so many secrets but will never tell a soul.
The girls who have regrets and mistakes as a daily moral.
The girls who don’t always win, who may never win.
The girls who stay up all night thinking about that one boy wondering if he will ever notice her.
The girls who get what they get and don’t throw a fit. The girls who TAKE LIFE AS IT COMES, hoping it will get easier somewhere down the road. The girls who LOVE WITH ALL THEIR HEARTS but always get broken.
This is for the REAL GIRLS.
This is for us…
One Tree Hill