Worth a thousand words

"And yeah, it fucking hurts to know how little I meant to you."

"There's always that one special person that no matter what they've done to you, you still just can't let them go."

"I don't talk to you anymore, because I keep telling myself that if you wanted to speak to me, you would."

"Why did you say all of those things, if you weren't planning on staying?"

"We were never meant for each other But I'm glad that even for a sheer moment It felt like we were."

"I hate when I end up liking someone more than they like me."

"Just because I don't talk to you, or text you doesn't mean I don't miss you. I'm just waiting for you to miss me."

"Not every sorry deserves an 'it's okay' in return."

"Show me your scars," he said. "But... Why?" she asked quizzically. "I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there," he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"And now you're just a stranger with all my secrets."

"Did you love him?" "Yes" "How much?" "Does it matter?" "Why does it not?" "Becasue it wasn't enough to make him stay."

"I wonder if we'll ever talk again. I wonder if you deleted my number. I wonder if you ever think of me the way I think of you? I'm dying to know what's going on in your life. But I won't ask because we're strangers now, strangers that share memories."

"No, we didn't date. Technically he wasn't an ex-boyfriend. But he was an ex-something, an ex-maybe. An ex-almost."