For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, It might have been. – John Greenleaf Whittier
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There is a sacredness in tears
If we must park forever, give me but one kind word to think upon
There are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field than their own hearts in their closet
You flew off with the wings of my heart and left me flightless
Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears
There were many ways of breaking a heart
you don’t give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough
There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature
What do you do when, the one who broke your heart, is the only one who can fix it
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love
They say that time heals all wounds