I love you more than songs can say but I cant keep running after yesterday...

You get use to someonestart to like them evenand they leave. In the end everyone leaves.

Youve changed me forever. And Ill never forget you.

I will not try to convince you to love me to respect me to commit to me. I deserve better than that I AM BETTER THAN THAT...Goodbye.

Ive never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously without any sort of goodbye without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again

Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it.She dropped her head again on Marius knees and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world--And by the way Monsieur Marius I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe weve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them weve found each other. And maybe each time weve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.

I had a dream about you. The king decreed we could only speak one word and that word would be assigned to us. Your word was hello and my word was goodbye. You made me happy and I made you sad. Or so I thought. Turns out you rather liked me telling you goodbye. You just wished I didnt keep saying it. You thought one time was good enough and that after that I should never speak to you again.