Love hurts when you break up with some one.
Hurts even more when someone breaks up with you
But love hurts the most
when the person, you love has no idea how you feel.
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
Missing some1 gets easier everyday
because even though you are one day further
from the last time you saw them
you are one day closer to the next time you will
