♥

This ♥ beats for only you..

My heart is yours ♥

I feel so untouched
& I need you so much
That I just can't resist you.
Is it not enough to say that I miss you?
I feel so untouched, right now
Need you so much.
Somehow I can't forget you.
I've gone crazy from the moment I met you.

About Grief..

Grief

may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.
It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life. It's loss. It's change.
And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime.
That's how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can't breathe, that's how you survive.
By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won't feel this way. It won't hurt this much.
Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way.
So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty.
The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can't control it.
The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes.
And let it go when we can.The very worst part is that the minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again.
And always, every time, it takes your breath away
There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five.

Denial.
Anger.
Bargaining.
Depression.
Acceptance.

Time passes..

Time passes.
Even when it seems impossible.

Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.

Even for ME.

"I wondered how long this would last. Maybe someday, years from now--if the pain would just decrease to the point where I could bear it--I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life. And, if it were possible that the pain would ever soften enough to allow me to do that, I was sure that I would feel grateful for as much time as he’d given me. More than I’d asked for, more than I’d deserved. Maybe someday I’d be able to see it that way.

But what if this hole never got any better?
If the raw edges never healed?
If the damage was permanent and irreversible?"

TrueLove.

Maybe true love is a decision. You know, a decision to take a chance with somebody. To give to somebody. Without worrying wether they'll give anything back. Or if they're gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. Maybe love isn't something that happens to you. Maybe it's something you have to choose.

Nothing's getting better, I'm just getting used to it.-

I can not live
I can’t breathe
Unless you do this with me

And I'm wasting away, away from you

What have I gotten into this time around?
I know that I had sworn
I'd never trust anyone again but
I didn't have to
You had me at hello.

I've never seen a smile that can light the room like yours

It's simply radiant,

I feel more with everyday that goes by

I watch the clock to make my timing just right

Would it be okay?

Would it be okay if I took your breath away?

I wanna run,

but only far enough to make you miss me.

I wanna take back all the shit that I've done,

but I guess you're better off without me.

I need to start to be myself,

'cause I'm sick of everybody else.