And it hurts. It hurts because you will never be there for me when I'm crying. I'll never be able to look at you the way I did before we went and screwed the whole relationship up. Whatever you and I had...it wasn't real. I'm just gonna have to keep reminding myself of that, while I feel you forgetting me. Everything about me.
“It‘s nice to have someone to believe in you when you, at a certain point, stop believing in yourselft. It‘s nice to have someone you can lean on, cry to, call at 4 am just to vent out about the meaning of life. I‘m all about women‘s independence, making her own self happy and not be in need of anyone else. But it‘s nice to be taken care of, by someone who is worthy of you, for a change”