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So i was on the internet, and i stumbled upon this, i almost cried, since, it seemed to fit my emotions...hm...well...this is for the girls whoever felt betrayed, unloved, u know((:
Memories are the best souvenirs.

Parting of loving someone
is learning to let go.

Take a look at what you have.
Think of all you did to get it.
Remember it only takes one second to lose.

It's better to be with no one
than to be with the wrong one.

Happiness is the best revenge!!!

Should I hate you because you hurt me?
Or should I love you because
you made me feel special?

Deep down you know it's best for yourself,
but you hate the thought of him
being with someone else.

Now I believe it when people
say love is blind...
'cause I must have been blind
to love a person like you.

Money can't mend a broken heart;
that's Love's job.

One can not truly experience
the beauty of love
without enduring the pain that comes with it

once it is lost.

It hurts to see the one
you love happy with someone else,
but it is more painful to see that
you are with unhappy with you.

The heart does heal and you will love like this again...
only when you do, you will deny you ever felt like this before.

Why am I afraid to lose you when you're not even mine...

You will know that you love someone
when you want him/her to be happy.
Even if that means you're not a part of their happiness.

I was born the day you kissed me,
died the day you left me,
but lived for the time that you loved me

I will always love him,
I just won't love the way he treated me.

I cried when I knew I lost you,
afraid I had lost it all.
Then I realized that losing you,
didn't have to mean I lost me.

One day you will seek love
and be sorry that you threw mine away

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