They asked me about love, I told them about you.
What you say to others is what defines you. What you do to others is what defines you. Others don't define you.
If you have to pretend to be someone else to be with someone, then they probably aren't meant for you.
People are like gifts, some are beautifully gift wrapped, but it's always on the inside that matters.
You're but a memory now, a bittersweet one.
I long for you in all those stranger's faces.
