You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... Or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.

Come and dance with me, the smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me

I'm not mad. I'm hurt. There's a difference.

I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved

You were never meant to mean this much to me

It just feels like there's something I shouldn't give up on when it comes to you

I found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind.

give up girl, romance is dead. you just want to cuddle, he just wants to go to bed