Tuesday, September 8, 2009

One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.

"Love is when it hurts when he is not with you. And you hate that feeling. You hate it more than you love him"

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