Art is just an expression. An expression isn't the same as an act, as much as it sometimes feels that way.
Today is a really bad day, Syd. A really, really bad day. Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective
I don't want Sydney ever to feel like my second choice, when I know in my heart that she's the right choice. The only choice.
We try so hard to hide everything we're really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most. People try to bottle up their emotions, as if it's somehow wrong to have natural reactions to life.
I tell myself that with enough effort, I can control my feelings.
To me, lyrics are harder to write when you have to invent the feelings behind them. That's when lyrics take a lot of thought, when they aren't genuine.
i hate that its my favorite thing to watch her, because it shouldn't be. It triggers all these what-ifs in my head, and my mind begins imagining things it shouldn't be imagining...
people don't get to choose who they fell in love with. they only get to choose who they stay in love with..
Maybe I’m not the hero to her I've always tried so hard to be, because right now, I feel as if she doesn't even need a hero. Why would she? She has someone so much stronger than I’ll ever be for her. She has herself.
I've done nothing for the past five years but try to be the hero who protects her. The problem? Heroines don't need protecting.
The fact that Ridge has been honest in his conversations with me is not something he did wrong. The fact that he has feelings for me also isn’t wrong, when you know exactly how much he’s fought those feelings. People can’t control matters of th...
I don't want him to hurt like I'm hurting. I don't want him to miss me like I'll miss him. I don't want him to be falling for me like I've been falling for him.
Lines are drawn, but then they fade. For her I bend, for you I break.
I need someone who is willing to watch me brave the ocean and then dare me not to drown.
My heart made it's choice, and it chose you.
She smiles when she sees me. That's it. All she did just now was smile, but all of a sudden, my chest is on fire, and it feels as if a wave of heat just rolled down the entire length of my body. I recognize this feeling, and it's not good.
Truths are written, never said... Lines are drawn, but then they fade.
I failed miserably at trying not to fall in love with you.
