There is safety in numbness– there is solace in sleep.

I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.

She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry.

Do you know what it is like,to lie in bed awake;with thoughts to hauntyou every night,of all your past mistakes.Knowing sleep will set it right - if you were not to wake.

When did you stop caring? he asked.When did you start noticing? she replied.

I saw love in your smile and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I was already home.

Every letterthat she types;every keystrokethat she strikes-To spell your nameagain and again,is all she everwants to write.

RegretsTiming is irrelevant when two people are meant for each other. It's what I once believed.But we met during a time when I was such a mess, when I still had so much to figure out. How could I have known how crucial every word, every action was or how losing you would be something I would always regret?If only you could have met me now, how different it would be. How much I have changed. How I have grown. I learned so much from all the mistakes I made with you. I just wish I had made them with someone else.