And suddenly, I become a part of your past. I’m becoming the part that don’t last. I’m losing you and it’s effortless.

But she won’t keep on waiting for you without a doubt much longer for you to sort it out.

But you are gone – not for good, but for now. Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good.

Happiness damn near destroys you, breaks your faith to pieces on the floor.

Happiness feels a lot like sorrow.

Happiness is like the old man told me – look for it, but you’ll never find it all. Let it go, live your life, and leave it.

Happiness was never mine to hold.

I could have sworn I heard you say that you are mine.

I never knew that everything was falling through, that everyone I knew was waiting on a queue to turn and run when all I needed was the truth.

I wish you were a stranger I could disengage.

I’d rather run the other way than stay and see the smoke and who’s still standing when it clears.

In the end, everyone ends up alone.

Love has its critics, but they never keep many friends.

My heart has started to separate.

She is everything I need that I never knew I wanted.