I want you

Hot temper with the shortest fuse, you're such a mess with an attitude, you're workin' hard but you're payin' more, you never talk 'cause you don't have to, you gotta job but you hate the man, who takes it all like 'Uncle Sam', I want you...

Outta gas so you walk for miles, to pick me up in your warn out shoes, you never settle, never take too much, you count on me just like I count on you, kiss me, like when I first saw you, you figured out I couldn't be without you, I want you...

No one else will do, no one makes me smile, no one gets me how, no else is you, I want you...

You and me walkin' together, screwing up for worse or for better, I want you...

No dejes que termine el día sin haber crecido un poco, sin haber sido feliz, sin haber aumentado tus sueños...

Todo chiste, en el fondo, encubre una verdad...

Ser feliz... Es gratis... Sé feliz...

The distance is only physical, my love...

The Greatest Irony of Love

Loving the right person at the wrong time...

 

Having the wrong person when the time is right...

 

Finding out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life...

 

Your body is my home...

Now I know you're sorry and we were sweet, but you chose lust when you deceived me, and you'll regret it, but it's too late, how can I ever trust you again?

From the bottom of my broken heart

From the bottom of my broken heart, there's just a thing or two I'd like you to know, you were my first love, you were my true love, from the first kisses to the very last rose, from the bottom of my broken heart, even though time may find me somebody new, you were my real love, I never knew love, 'til there was you...

Alive

I visualize the first time we're together, I close my eyes and for a moment all I see is you...

Turn off the lights, don't look outside, the world's gone crazy, but it's perfect here with you...

I've never felt so alive, like I feel right now in this moment, I've never felt so alive, like I feel right here standing next to you...

Abandonar puede tener justificación, abandonarse no la tiene jamás...

Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never gave up hope...