I finally understand what all those stupid cheesy love songs are about.

Maybe I'm just asking for it right now, but I would rather you say whatever it is you're thinking than to continue to look at me the way you are right now.

I tried to read between the lines. I tried to look in your eyes. I want an explanation for what I'm feeling inside.

He could make her the happiest person alive. But in the end, she'll hate him as much as she loved him.

The worst battle is between what you know and what you feel.

She had to protect herself from herself. From that little girl inside still looking for a happy ending.

So let's lie in the grass and stare at the stars, Live through this moment, and figure out who we are.

I want to spend the day inside your head. To see what you really think. Because, frankly, what you say and how you act, just don't add up. (this sounds like something he would say)

She's 15 and her lips are still unkissed, he hands are still unheld, and no guy has ever told her he loved her and meant it. She's beautiful, but she's losing confidence, cause no guy has ever taken the time to tell her.

Sure, she's pretty, but it's about more than that. You two connect. Anything you throw at her, she can throw right back. You figured out what's going on in that predictable head of hers in under give minutes. But something tells you her heart would take about 5 years.

They began to talk a lot more and laugh a lot more; they slowly found themselves falling in love.

She knew she had to be cautious when speaking to him again, for she had her heart on the line. And with simplly one wrong move, and she could surely find herself falling for the boy all over again.

Dear heart, So there's this guy that you want me to like, but I don't want to like him. Could you please stop beating so fast when he walks by.

You make me nervous. I guess that makes you different from all the rest.

It was just the tequila talking. When I told you I'm still not over you. I get a little sentimental when I've had a few. If I said I'm still in love with you, it was just the tequila talking.

So here's to the starry nights and careless freedom, to glowing smiles and flushed cheeks, and laughter that heals you deep inside. (my night last night)

Believe me; I've always loved you. And even when you loved someone else, I kept quiet, because I knew that you deserved so much better than me.

Girl: I can't talk right now.

boy: Can't or won't?

Girl: If I say anything now I know I'll end up saying things I will regret later.

Boy: Ok. Then shut your mouth and kiss me.

He's loud and he's truthful, and he sees more in her than she's comfortable admitting too.

So let's say that theoretically I really like you. And theoretically even though it sounds moronically cliche and overused- you give me butterflies. and Just for kicks, let's add that all in theory of course, you may be one of the wonderful people I have ever met, and hypothetically, of course, my heart beats ten times faster when I see you. So you think that you would supposedly (and in the most theoretical sense) feel that same way?

I scream into the night "I don't care!" All is still, then the night whispers back at me "who one earth do you think you're kidding sweetheart?"

Life comes without guaruntees except that smiling brightens your face, laughing enhances your eyes, and falling in love will change your life.

She's never bee the one to wait around. She's always moving, dancing, running. But for some reason, with him, she's patient. She'll wait. She'll wait for no one and nothing except him.

Did you ever notice that there is always that partifular line in that certain song that always stands out in a certain way, and reminds you of him?