<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323</id><updated>2025-09-15T00:23:05.492-07:00</updated><category term="sad stories. sad thoughts"/><category term="lonely"/><category term="sad"/><title type='text'>SAD THOUGHTS ABOUT LOVE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-3477719701212995822</id><published>2012-11-10T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-10T03:03:13.955-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad stories. sad thoughts"/><title type='text'>In Word and Deed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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There was this story that I just read. After reading the story, I felt like I wanna cry. I felt sorry to the parents of this soldier and salute to that soldier. I could say how this son love his parents to the extent of ending his life just not to be a burden to his parents. Here&#39;s the story and hopefully you can learn lesson from it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent;&quot;&gt;During the Vietnam war, a young man was wounded just as his tour of duty was about to end, and he was preparing for his trip home. He called his mother one night to say he’d be home in a few days, and wondered if it would be okay to bring home a friend he’d met in the hospital. 

The friend, he explained, had lost both legs to land a mine, and had no friends or family, and would otherwise have to stay at the hospital alone.

After an awkward pause, the mother said, “Honey, you know how your father is about things like that.” She apologized, and said it wasn’t a good time, and expressed her doubts that she would be able to handle the special needs of the young ma anyway. “That’s okay mom,” her son replied, “I wouldn’t want to put any extra burden on you. I love you. Bye.” 

A few days later, the mother received a visit from a military representative, reporting the tragic news that her son had been found dead in a motel room, killed by a self-inflicted gunshot wound. 

When the young man’s body arrived home, his mother’s tears turned to uncontrollable sobbing, and her grief inconsolable: she saw that both of her son’s legs were missing—having been blown off by a land mine in combat. 

We should always be kind and generous in word and deed, even to the point of inconvenience and self-sacrifice. Not only because our Lord expects us to represent Him in that light, after He did so much more for us; but also because we never know how someone else’s life might be impacted by the decisions we make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;When we stand before the judgment seat of Christ, we will retain only two things of any value: What He gave us, and what we did with what He gave us.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3477719701212995822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2012/11/in-word-and-deed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/3477719701212995822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/3477719701212995822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2012/11/in-word-and-deed.html' title='In Word and Deed'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizH8xwmDVFgm_LH1abgP514Wy-wE6EnS05Ru8pn28sKy2Clyqdny4N2VqUZm1FFjmTYRfyXomzqBJSqYRdq66qlgiRPOfoTCqJ6Yv-tHbMD8YffHTgCSB6bA2l98KzRExRdYfc7Q5P3DpX/s72-c/two+legs+lost.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-5542337913426982854</id><published>2012-05-11T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-19T01:10:06.188-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lonely"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><title type='text'>What happen to the Happy Ending?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Too often when we fall in love...there are lots of promises. Lots of expectations...lots of happy memories and most importantly, a want for a Happy Ending. But is there such this as a happy ending? Nothing is really certain in this world except change. Changes...it happens everywhere. Especially in the very well-known word LOVE. When I am bored, I usually open you tube and browse for some music that will eventually make me feel at ease. As of this morning while browsing, I watched this video and had watched it until the end. This is entitled &quot;I Didn&#39;t Mean to Make You Mine&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The one who made this video probably lost the one she loves. A love she shared with her lover for a very short time but marks a never ending expectations of happy ending. A happy ending that ended up into a worst nightmare. Yeah! Sometimes, you really have to lost the things you love. Losing someone we love is the worst feeling we could ever feel. I know this feeling because I also once felt it. Losing them is the saddest part and missing them is the worst. You know the feeling of &quot;you feel like you wanna scream out loud and call them&quot;, cried a lot of tears but no matter how you scream and how many tears you will be losing, you can&#39;t have them back?&lt;/div&gt;
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When we started up to fall in love we always believe of a happy endings. That the love you feel for each other will never fade. And you really think you really found the right guy. Until one day...everything changes...people and feelings. It hurts when the person who change is the one who used to love you...the one who promised to love you forever. And hearing these words &quot;I don&#39;t love you anymore&quot; is the most painful part in falling love. Much more when he has to go and you are not ready to say goodbye and let go. But he has to go!&lt;/div&gt;
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And what remains of you? Crying the whole night and waking up still remembering those face you used to see. The feelings he used to make you feel. You will have it feel a week, a month or sometimes forever. You remain All alone and lonely. What can you do is the only one who could stop you from hurting is the one who&#39;ve caused it? And how could you start again if he means everything for you? That he is your world? How was he able to make you fall in love and never had the intention of catching you &#39;til the end? You wanna hate him...but how can you hate the one you love? What happen to the Happy Ending?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5542337913426982854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2012/05/what-happen-to-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/5542337913426982854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/5542337913426982854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2012/05/what-happen-to-happy-ending.html' title='What happen to the Happy Ending?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/AYjHDvtOhF0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-6443748151908850368</id><published>2012-05-07T07:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-07T07:55:21.456-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad stories. sad thoughts"/><title type='text'>Happy Ending Does Not Make a Love Story Special...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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I was bored today and I stumbled upon a website containing sad stories. I stopped blogging in this site because &amp;nbsp;I really hate reading sad things anymore. I do not want that idea of feeling the pain and pity to the persons who are encountering sad moments. I have much of that, since I was a kid and I really don&#39;t like reading and hearing sad things anymore. For me, sad love stories are nonsense and could only make you cry. Yes, I hate seeing myself crying just because of a sad things I read. If possible I just want to read and hear stories with happy endings because I believe that Happy Ending does make a love story special. But when I read the title of the story that goes this way ... &quot;Blossom Flower Yet Thorny&quot;, I was intrigued and started to read the story until i finished reading it all. And I realized I miss doing this thing. Sharing sad things about love.&amp;nbsp;Here is the story I read...&lt;/div&gt;
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It was just like the initial explosion of fireworks.
Your eyes widen, your break gets caught, the colors take over your vision, and you take an inevitable step back.

That&#39;s how it was when I met Sean. I don&#39;t know if it was those blue jeans, or his t-shirt. Well, maybe it was that smile, or those crystal blue eyes. He brought the sunshine to me even at midnight, with a smile that always reaches his eyes. I could tell you every detail, every dream, every hope, but that isn&#39;t what love is. Love is the feelings, oh those feelings. You could know every aspect about that person, but that isn&#39;t what love is.

I mean, he does stand with his hands in his pockets, or with his ankles crossed slightly leaning back, He does sing to every song he hears, he did sing to me before. Hell, he played the piano, the guitar, he sang every song on his iPod until I fell asleep with the phone raddled to my chest, keeping any trace of his voice next to me. His dream was to be a sniper, his goal was to be the best man he could be and he always thinks he failed, but he never fails. He told me I was the stars to his universe, explained everything I didn&#39;t understand. 

He told me I was perfect. I was beautiful. 
I disagreed. Now when it came to his, he has perfection in any way possible. 
We had it all. I waited a year for him to finally notice me, and when he did, I had the firework effect. ..We had it all for three months. 
Three months in heaven? Three months.. those three months changed my life forever. 
It ended at the fair. You had to end it at the fair. Not even an hour after we had run up to each other and embraced under the lights, the stars, in front of every one there. 

You held onto me, you kissed the cut on my leg when I fell. You showed me the final feelings of true love, I gave you the bracelet that said, &quot;I&#39;m Yours&quot;. 
I remember my heart beating with raw emotion, when you looked me in the eyes and smiled sadly and told me something that tore me down forever; &#39;You are an amazing girl, but there are no fireworks.&#39;

Remember my firework theory? Yeah it exploded... in my face, it burned me, and broke my heart, literally. After that I was crushed, we continued to talk. You smiled, I didn&#39;t. I turned. I stepped away. I trusted you with every secret. I told you about the guy who touched me and wouldn&#39;t stop. You said you would never let that happen again. You promised to always be mine. 

My love for you was more than I could handle, because I told a step away, and stared at the moon, and then ran. I ran through the fair. I ran from the pain, which turned into me running right into it, as you came after me, just because you could, not because you wanted too. 

I then learned it was possible to cry till you fall asleep, only to awake crying. IT IS POSSIBLE. It&#39;s happened for the 5 months 2 weeks and 4 days after wards. The waking up, the going to sleep, only to never remember the days.
It has been a year, four months, and 10 days since that night at the fair. 
June 18th. 

I&#39;m better. I can smile now. I can laugh more. I walk with a bounce to my step. It&#39;s possible to be happy again, yes. But it&#39;s impossible to get rid of the pain, and literal scars I now have forever etched into me. 
How will I explain the scars on my ribs to my husband, or to my kids? I can&#39;t. 
Yet, even to this day I can never say anything bad about him.
He still brings the sunshine to me even at midnight.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
After reading the story, I can feel pain again. And the feeling is so different from those love stories with happy endings I&#39;ve read. Yeah, it was true then, that Happy Endings Does Not Make a Love Story Special. It was the sad memories that left hidden in our heart forever. Yeah! This is what I&#39;ve missed...sad thoughts about love! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I just said...Yeah!&amp;nbsp; But I didn&#39;t elaborated much on it instead research an artile about it. Here&#39;s what i&#39;ve read from the article of Toni Coleman...&lt;br /&gt;
According to her...Everything was great! We shared the same interests, felt very at ease together, had often discussed future plans and had even spent so much time together.Our relationship seemed right on track and just right in general.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, without warning, he said that he &quot;needs some time to think and figure things out.&quot; He stopped calling and rarely returned &amp;nbsp;calls. When he did, this was often met with silence on the other end of the line. When the girl asked &quot;what happened&quot;, she just got a verbal run around of excuses about how busy he is and/or how much stress he is under right now. &lt;br /&gt;
What happened? What did I do? I don&#39;t know what to think. &lt;br /&gt;
Does the above scenario sound at all familiar? If so, you can relate to being confused and stunned over the sudden change in a boyfriend&#39;s/girlfriend&#39;s behavior. &lt;br /&gt;
Now think about this - What if your relationship wasn&#39;t what you thought it was? What if unspoken issues had existed all along? What if there were signs you chose to ignore or just didn&#39;t see? Are any of these possible? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Probably!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This sudden change in a couple&#39;s relationship is reported quite a bit by individuals who have just broken up with a significant other. Unfortunately, it leaves the person who has been &quot;dumped&quot; with feelings of low self-esteem, regret, inadequacy and anger. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There is often no real closure, as the couple is never able (willing) to talk through what went wrong or was never right with their relationship. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So, how can you know what the problem was and hope to avoid a repeat of this hurtful experience? You can do this by examining your failed relationship and gaining insight and understanding about what just wasn&#39;t right between you.&lt;br /&gt;
And in the end...if this isn&#39;t worth holding...you have to set each other&#39;s free :(&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;320&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/DIwYIIcQmEE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/DIwYIIcQmEE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;320&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1691093993497335727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-relationships-go-from-hot-to-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/1691093993497335727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/1691093993497335727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-relationships-go-from-hot-to-cold.html' title='When Relationships Go from Hot to Cold'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-2031757698912887562</id><published>2010-10-25T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T02:52:22.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love (a very sad story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLU60rHhwa7KBXg3ZvFxNZsXMIRV54CcCeFHmUDhi38Mml5x_X_1j4pf1w5VT7OfIH7n7RyYghpTNtXsbxHjhXkJBCPzZw7-ZpT5Bb2Ga8e1jYMHXcg5EcLS2gHIYoAQKBlWqpMAHinR3/s1600/001a1577e637cfa5545bfc0882f28474.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;214&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLU60rHhwa7KBXg3ZvFxNZsXMIRV54CcCeFHmUDhi38Mml5x_X_1j4pf1w5VT7OfIH7n7RyYghpTNtXsbxHjhXkJBCPzZw7-ZpT5Bb2Ga8e1jYMHXcg5EcLS2gHIYoAQKBlWqpMAHinR3/s320/001a1577e637cfa5545bfc0882f28474.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;What was true love really means? Does true love exists? Is true love known to last forever? Or is it just a name our society has put on the way we feel when we are strongly attracted towards someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;Yes! The fact is true love do exist even in the present day of our society! The only question here is how to figure out whether it is true love or not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;Sometimes people come into our life to make us felt love and give us the true meaning of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;And sometimes, that love needs to leave as behind unintentionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;I want to share this video that for me it pictures the true meaning of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;Watch this very sad story! WATCH IT HERE...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.metacafe.com/watch/3612351/sad_love_story/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-large;&quot;&gt;A VERY SAD STORY!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2031757698912887562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-love-very-sad-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/2031757698912887562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/2031757698912887562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-love-very-sad-story.html' title='True Love (a very sad story)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghLU60rHhwa7KBXg3ZvFxNZsXMIRV54CcCeFHmUDhi38Mml5x_X_1j4pf1w5VT7OfIH7n7RyYghpTNtXsbxHjhXkJBCPzZw7-ZpT5Bb2Ga8e1jYMHXcg5EcLS2gHIYoAQKBlWqpMAHinR3/s72-c/001a1577e637cfa5545bfc0882f28474.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-4210394741993522166</id><published>2010-05-16T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:24:38.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i love you?</title><content type='html'>Why do I love you...if i can&#39;t even have you??? :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/iC8Xu-sqFEI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/iC8Xu-sqFEI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4210394741993522166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-do-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/4210394741993522166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/4210394741993522166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-do-i-love-you.html' title='why do i love you?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-4649746448480721246</id><published>2010-05-13T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:51:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD QUOTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTMxMTYxNzEmcHQ9MTI3MzgxMzExOTQyMSZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*yZTExNDFmNGFlYjY*/ZDhkYTcyZGM4ZjYyY2ZlZDljZCZvZj*w.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img &amp;nbsp;=&quot;&quot; alt=&quot;The Worst&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/b/BCsomeone21128.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I came to love you never knowing you were gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;He broke my heart, by doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Whether or not u loved me, I&#39;ll never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;But this I have learnt; I had to save myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTMyNzc4NDMmcHQ9MTI3MzgxMzI4MzE*MCZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*yZTExNDFmNGFlYjY*/ZDhkYTcyZGM4ZjYyY2ZlZDljZCZvZj*w.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Goodbyes&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/5/goodbye.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;F u wanna be happy for a while and cry for the rest of yourlife … play this game “known as love”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTMzOTkyMzQmcHQ9MTI3MzgxMzQwMjk2OCZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Tears&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/7/tears.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;I neva thought I would fall for him…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But he knew I will…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And when I did fall, he went away and never looked back L&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTM1MDMxMDkmcHQ9MTI3MzgxMzUwNTgyOCZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmb2Y9MA==.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Dry Ur Eyes&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/6/mqdryyoureyes.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don’t start turning cold…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just let me know when you’re leaving&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTM3NzMzNzUmcHQ9MTI3MzgxMzc5MDAzMSZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*yZTExNDFmNGFlYjY*/ZDhkYTcyZGM4ZjYyY2ZlZDljZCZvZj*w.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;You Had Me At Hello&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/9/hello.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I guess the worst kind of love someone can give you isn’t the kind that seems and is fake but the kind that you know is fake even though it&amp;nbsp; feels as real as the arms holding u…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTM4MzQzMjgmcHQ9MTI3MzgxMzgzNjE1NiZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*yZTExNDFmNGFlYjY*/ZDhkYTcyZGM4ZjYyY2ZlZDljZCZvZj*w.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;I Used To Know You&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/7/MJZ1821.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;amp;. I wish I&#39;d never let you close, never let you get to me the way you have because now I&#39;m stuck with thoughts of you &amp;amp; every little thing you do...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTM4ODgyNTAmcHQ9MTI3MzgxMzg5MTEyNSZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*yZTExNDFmNGFlYjY*/ZDhkYTcyZGM4ZjYyY2ZlZDljZCZvZj*w.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Break My Heart&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/8/pieces.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If he left then he is not worth caring anymore..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60_jznpsysoX_mTkVS_NqDVQfEJm6Viyh0V_PiSRJX70QN06YaNHTrhVt7tQlmvNaOESaxXi1xs2rVd0mMkPsGIxFhZ0GSt_t22s6XE8cf_uyPKygsLv1Qq0cPm2g_ZXujA_z4eSHNIqL/s1600/BCwhy0511.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60_jznpsysoX_mTkVS_NqDVQfEJm6Viyh0V_PiSRJX70QN06YaNHTrhVt7tQlmvNaOESaxXi1xs2rVd0mMkPsGIxFhZ0GSt_t22s6XE8cf_uyPKygsLv1Qq0cPm2g_ZXujA_z4eSHNIqL/s320/BCwhy0511.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Protecting myself, from lies.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don&#39;t believe in you doesn&#39;t mean that I don&#39;t love you, but is preventing myself from being lie by you, again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Torn into pieces once again. i&#39;ve learned my lesson: never assume, never EXPECT.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don&#39;t need those people in my life now, i finally learned to let them go, it&#39;s the right thing to do when thing&#39;s aren&#39;t sincere anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Somtimes the best memories are the ones that hurt the most...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;amp; somtimes the person you thought that supposed to save you.. Destroyed you..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTM2MzU2MDkmcHQ9MTI3MzgxMzYzNzYwOSZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*yZTExNDFmNGFlYjY*/ZDhkYTcyZGM4ZjYyY2ZlZDljZCZvZj*w.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Don&#39;t Worry&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/e/3.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a&amp;nbsp;&gt;&lt;/a&amp;nbsp;&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Got to let it go, throw it all away&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;amp; forget all the pain he put me through&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The worst thing is holding on to someone who doesn&#39;t want to be held on to.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you really want me,&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Or was I just the last toy on the shelf?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTY1ODA*NTMmcHQ9MTI3MzgxNjU4MzE3MSZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*yZTExNDFmNGFlYjY*/ZDhkYTcyZGM4ZjYyY2ZlZDljZCZvZj*w.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;I Was Happy&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/c/MZ475.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He said he would never hurt me cuz that would just hurt him, but i guess that was a lie cuz i c him perfectly happy =[&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; If You Knew How Badly You Broke Me.. You Would Never Be Able To Look Me In The Eyes Again..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is like walking into a wall, if it happens too fast your going to get hurt&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes people only come into your life to let you down&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How can i give myself to someone when I dont even have it in myself?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You had me, when you whispered I love you. You had be going when you said I was your only. Problem was you had ME. But not once did I have you.!.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It&#39;s a shame that two heart&#39;s can be so attached but not be together.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTY*ODIxODcmcHQ9MTI3MzgxNjQ4NDAzMSZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*yZTExNDFmNGFlYjY*/ZDhkYTcyZGM4ZjYyY2ZlZDljZCZvZj*w.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;It Doesn&#39;t Matter Anymore&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/sayingsquotes/leanne198.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You just don&#39;t understand the way I feel about you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I left u cause u wanted 2 go back 2 her so y do u still look at me that way??? :...(&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTY*MTc3MzQmcHQ9MTI3MzgxNjQxOTY*MCZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*yZTExNDFmNGFlYjY*/ZDhkYTcyZGM4ZjYyY2ZlZDljZCZvZj*w.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;It&#39;s Not Up To Me Anymore&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/sayingsquotes/MJZ579.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m giving up on loving you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because I don&#39;t know who you are now,&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp; It&#39;s hard to find reasons to love someone,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who has become a stranger to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I’m lost, and I want so badly to be found. But no one is looking for me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Someone asked me the other day if my glass was half empty or half full. I was going to say it&#39;s empty, but that&#39;s not completely true. My life isn&#39;t void and I have my happy moments; but they usually just seem to disappear, or get worse. So, my glass is cracked. Yes, cracked. It gets filled up with happiness and hope, but it always ends up escaping my grasp. It always ends up emptying out. It will never be full because it&#39;s always leaking. And one day, it will get thrown away, because no one wants a broken glass. Yeah, that&#39;s right. I&#39;m broken&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I guess there comes a point where you just have to stop trying because it hurts too much to hold on anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I’m going to smile my best smile, and I’m going to laugh like its going out of style, look into his eyes and pray that he doesn’t see that learning to live again is killing me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTY2MzQ1NjImcHQ9MTI3MzgxNjYzNzQ4NCZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*yZTExNDFmNGFlYjY*/ZDhkYTcyZGM4ZjYyY2ZlZDljZCZvZj*w.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Lying&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/6/MZ474.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that&#39;s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they&#39;re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they&#39;re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It&#39;s all in how you carry it. That&#39;s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you&#39;re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all the broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spider webbed with cracks, it would still be useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzM4MTY2NzEyMzQmcHQ9MTI3MzgxNjY3MzkwNiZwPTM5MDEmZD1ncmFwaGljcyZnPTEmbz*yZTExNDFmNGFlYjY*/ZDhkYTcyZGM4ZjYyY2ZlZDljZCZvZj*w.gif&quot; style=&quot;height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;&quot; width=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;pyzam-graphic-start&quot; style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pyzam.com/graphics&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Hurt&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/sayingsquotes/mchurt0513.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He turned around and looked right at me and said nothing, not even hi. It was as if the months we had spent together, the times I spent loving him just weren&#39;t important, as if they never happened.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4649746448480721246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad-quotes-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/4649746448480721246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/4649746448480721246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad-quotes-1.html' title='SAD QUOTES'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60_jznpsysoX_mTkVS_NqDVQfEJm6Viyh0V_PiSRJX70QN06YaNHTrhVt7tQlmvNaOESaxXi1xs2rVd0mMkPsGIxFhZ0GSt_t22s6XE8cf_uyPKygsLv1Qq0cPm2g_ZXujA_z4eSHNIqL/s72-c/BCwhy0511.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-1151249075409567790</id><published>2010-05-13T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-05T21:36:11.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD LOVE QUOTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_Kgkn3pxpWiPTZPSyHfmRNqRGIHYnVmyZ2BArK8ZG8ZGsan-lbnB5Q6OWhCPE8OIxnbonbKJ6_TgqCaZhPwU_kSK6aoArr1FXQ-bkOo2fTrYwkbE-05DRz477G9c1RDBf-MnRu6lbwLa/s1600/somuchpain.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_Kgkn3pxpWiPTZPSyHfmRNqRGIHYnVmyZ2BArK8ZG8ZGsan-lbnB5Q6OWhCPE8OIxnbonbKJ6_TgqCaZhPwU_kSK6aoArr1FXQ-bkOo2fTrYwkbE-05DRz477G9c1RDBf-MnRu6lbwLa/s320/somuchpain.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;It&#39;s funny how a person can break your heart, and you can still love them with all the little pieces&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried, neither would a million tears, I know because I cried&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;My heart was taken by you, broken by you, and now it is in pieces because of you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t cry over anyone who won&#39;t cry over you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;I hate this feeling, it&#39;s one I know all to well, it&#39;s a thing called heartbreak and it hurts like hell&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Tears are words the hard can&#39;t express&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Sometimes the memories are worth the pain&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;You never were and you never will be mine&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Love is like heaven but can hurt like hell&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;When I see you smile and know that its not for me, that&#39;s when I miss you the most&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;You never know what you have until its gone&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;The times we were happy together are worth the times I cry alone&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;A million words wouldnt bring you back, I know because I tried. Neither would a million tears, I know because I&#39;ve cried.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;I dont miss him, I miss who I thought he was&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;The worst feeling in the world is giving all the love you have and knowing it will never be returned&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Usually when people are sad, they don&#39;t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;If you live to be 100, I want to live to be 100 minus one day, so I never have to live without you.&quot; - Winnie the Pooh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what hurts more is to love someone, and never find the courage to let them know how you feel &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I wish I was a little kid again... Skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&quot;He taught me how to love, but not how to stop&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;Breaking up is just like having the worst nightmare after having the best dream&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Loving you was my favorite mistake&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;Our sweetest songs are those that tell of the saddest thoughts&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A break up is like a broken mirror. It is better to leave it broken than to hurt yourself trying to put it back together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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The hardest thing in life is to watch the one you love, love someone else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Who do you turn to when the only one you can trust is the one who made you cry?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;Once upon a time I was falling in love, but now Im falling apart&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: #6f6d98; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;I gave you everything but it wasn&#39;t enough to make you stay&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;I hate you and everything we once were&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;True love will never fade unless it was a lie&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent;&quot;&gt;&quot;Sometimes you dont realize how much you care for someone until they stop caring for you&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;Don&#39;t cry because it&#39;s over, smile because it happened&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;Nothing hurts more than realizing he meant everything to you and you meant nothing to him&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;It&#39;s amazing how someone can break your heart and you can still love them with all the little pieces&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;While I was holding on, all you did was let go&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;As soon as forever is through, I&#39;ll be over you&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1151249075409567790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad-love-quotes.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/1151249075409567790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/1151249075409567790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad-love-quotes.html' title='SAD LOVE QUOTES'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK_Kgkn3pxpWiPTZPSyHfmRNqRGIHYnVmyZ2BArK8ZG8ZGsan-lbnB5Q6OWhCPE8OIxnbonbKJ6_TgqCaZhPwU_kSK6aoArr1FXQ-bkOo2fTrYwkbE-05DRz477G9c1RDBf-MnRu6lbwLa/s72-c/somuchpain.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-8713680678770779109</id><published>2009-09-20T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:06:24.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is transitory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JtQx6vJQ7rs7q2DY7Tlu5OlkGNsiktdphozlciQMLyyW_Gbxy-DjWMy3F42pbxIuDCvSr2SMnqzQ32x3Lnvu-Zl9ceKGjMBv3LHGa346HB-E-wecJb3ootkNfivgxCxkd6uxxYcbCOWV/s1600-h/wave.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JtQx6vJQ7rs7q2DY7Tlu5OlkGNsiktdphozlciQMLyyW_Gbxy-DjWMy3F42pbxIuDCvSr2SMnqzQ32x3Lnvu-Zl9ceKGjMBv3LHGa346HB-E-wecJb3ootkNfivgxCxkd6uxxYcbCOWV/s400/wave.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383797999810838114&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8713680678770779109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-is-transitory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/8713680678770779109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/8713680678770779109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-is-transitory.html' title='everything is transitory!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JtQx6vJQ7rs7q2DY7Tlu5OlkGNsiktdphozlciQMLyyW_Gbxy-DjWMy3F42pbxIuDCvSr2SMnqzQ32x3Lnvu-Zl9ceKGjMBv3LHGa346HB-E-wecJb3ootkNfivgxCxkd6uxxYcbCOWV/s72-c/wave.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-1734356749260730662</id><published>2009-09-03T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:49:24.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>even now :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; 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Sometimes circumstances change the way that we feel, sometimes it is another influence from deep within ourselves. When this happens between two people in a close relationship the result can be wrenching. You may love someone very much but still discover that you have to let them go.&lt;br /&gt;When you hear people say that they drifted apart, do you sometimes wonder about the truth of that circumstance? Wouldn&#39;t it be wonderful if you had the exact same feelings at the same time, and just went gently, politely on your way? What I usually see happening is an imbalance of love. When two people love each other very much,&lt;br /&gt;their imbalances measure out over time. It is the rubber band theory: One moves away and springs back and then the other moves away and springs back again. Their relationship has elasticity enough to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you will find yourself in other circumstances throughout a lifetime of relationships. Sometimes someone loves you more than you can love them back. This is painful, and there is guilt and shame. I have heard people say they would rather be dumped than do the dumping. I guess I can understand this perspective, however, I tend to feel those people have never been on the business end of unrequited love.&lt;br /&gt;Love in the early stages is still part infatuation, part crush. Over time you grow together. There is usually a period of intense closeness when an exchange of communication is established. People will refer to their loved one as their &#39;best friend&#39;. If you can keep your best friend for life, you are one of the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it happens that you lose your best friend. They may pull away or grow distant. If this is after years of being close it can cause terrible panic in the other person&#39;s heart. You look to find the flaw, you try and discover what you&#39;ve done. You attempt to talk about it, for this is the person you have always talked things over with, the one you trust to be there. If the feeling is mere insecurity on your part, they will reassure you. They will talk about the cause of the change and you will be close again. If they have truly pulled away, they will be impatient. They will not want to talk about their feelings, they will not want to spend time with you; they will not want any intimacies established between you. You will start to look for signs of their lack of feeling and concern. You will find the signs. They will blame you, saying your insecurity is the reason for their behavior and push away even more. You may try for a long time to reach them, maybe frantically at the height of the conflict, maybe passively, waiting to see if they&#39;ll talk on their own. As time passes you will get used to not talking to them, you will get used to their disappearing acts. There will come a day when your faith in the person you love gives way, and you stop holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person trying to hold a love together rarely gets the credit for the bravery they show while their confidence is waning. There is no way to explain how difficult it is to be in love with someone who does not love you back; who changed one day while you weren&#39;t looking. If you see the signs, there is no really great advice to give except: Retain your dignity. Make every effort your heart needs to make to keep the faith, but when you know that there is no hope, keep your head held high. Take good care of yourself. Understand that it was nothing you did or failed to do. There is nothing to help it when someone breaks the faith with you. Hard though it seems to believe, life gets better and you will, eventually, find the strength to be loved again.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4876497675044487807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/4876497675044487807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/4876497675044487807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/letting-go.html' title='letting go :('/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-6526634376992125452</id><published>2009-08-25T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:58:32.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS MUCH AS SHE LOVES YOU...SHE HAS TO SAY GOODBYE :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_wBGcPb-mVpxnoC3gcBL1ai4MpPgvFJ7EwmZb5zogJ-UMMsdtfEFiyXDK0MsLjIFVgH-GXy7EvCdzLAUToJQW0Yw5_0WtGchZmWMlAT17UHyQ4m6Plb69x3ayetB84FXpsBdB-di-XA/s1600-h/let+go.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_wBGcPb-mVpxnoC3gcBL1ai4MpPgvFJ7EwmZb5zogJ-UMMsdtfEFiyXDK0MsLjIFVgH-GXy7EvCdzLAUToJQW0Yw5_0WtGchZmWMlAT17UHyQ4m6Plb69x3ayetB84FXpsBdB-di-XA/s200/let+go.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369736645032182610&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she guess she made another wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;she should have never let herself be attached to someone she knows a relationship she wanted is not possible. she should have not let herself involve in that particular person.&lt;br /&gt;she was really right thinking it would still be very early to build a bridge towards him.&lt;br /&gt;but she think she should not wait , for it will be another wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;she just wanted you to know that she is happy that she has known you and that you become a part of her life.&lt;br /&gt;she really hopes that the journey for both of them will now end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;when it starts..love can be the most&lt;br /&gt;          happiest experience a person can have..&lt;br /&gt;          when it ends..loe can be the most &lt;br /&gt;          painful experience a person can have.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s hard to say goodbye especially  when that person really means so much to you,&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes we have to say goodbye not because you didn&#39;t care anymore,&lt;br /&gt;but because you have already love too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to let go of someone doesnt mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person to find his own happiness without expecting him to come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;letting go is not just letting&lt;br /&gt;            the person free but it is also&lt;br /&gt;            setting yourself free&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she wonder why she&#39;s so inlove with you..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she can&#39;t help but cry knowing that he doesn&#39;t feel the same way too.. &lt;br /&gt;she&#39;s afraid she cant bear the pain, to grieve is all she can do.&lt;br /&gt;too bad she can still feel the love she want from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;NOW GO..SHE MUST SET YOURSELVES FREE, SHE WISH YOU HAPPINESS FOR YOU DESERVE TO BE HAPPY&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;oftentimes we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;            to the person we love&lt;br /&gt;            without wanting to.&lt;br /&gt;            though that doesn&#39;t mean &lt;br /&gt;            that we&#39;ve stopped loving them&lt;br /&gt;            or we&#39;ve stopped to care.&lt;br /&gt;            sometimes goodbye is a painful &lt;br /&gt;            way to say I LOVE YOU&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6526634376992125452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-much-as-she-lovesshe-has-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/6526634376992125452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/6526634376992125452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-much-as-she-lovesshe-has-to-say.html' title='AS MUCH AS SHE LOVES YOU...SHE HAS TO SAY GOODBYE :('/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_wBGcPb-mVpxnoC3gcBL1ai4MpPgvFJ7EwmZb5zogJ-UMMsdtfEFiyXDK0MsLjIFVgH-GXy7EvCdzLAUToJQW0Yw5_0WtGchZmWMlAT17UHyQ4m6Plb69x3ayetB84FXpsBdB-di-XA/s72-c/let+go.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-8210110843679415686</id><published>2009-08-25T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:47:23.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIN AFTER BREAKUPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IOOo8TrDI1g_GhCI-gD4VRXOlP5WZ0CDNjdjL0pNb6USPwqEZE_-63rcASFE-7zeFuBnYT3R7vrnLHS7-j_ifAsMd3FvbGDGqG0x7lCJi9HOgowFansZ6sVE4KtYyZkagnEtG6Lyjj7A/s1600-h/broken_heart.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IOOo8TrDI1g_GhCI-gD4VRXOlP5WZ0CDNjdjL0pNb6USPwqEZE_-63rcASFE-7zeFuBnYT3R7vrnLHS7-j_ifAsMd3FvbGDGqG0x7lCJi9HOgowFansZ6sVE4KtYyZkagnEtG6Lyjj7A/s200/broken_heart.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373819580110637842&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what if someone will break your heart? how will you deal with it?&lt;br /&gt;Many people mistakenly believe that they will be able to recover from a broken relationship easily and quickly.  They think that managing their heartache will not be that difficult.  Dealing with the causes of break up pain is rarely something that is easy or enjoyable.  The process can be related to grieving when someone you care about passess away.  In the big picture view, dealing with the causes of break up pain requires you to look past the pain and find a way to move on and survive, even when it seems impossible to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be especially difficult to deal with the causes of break up pain if you don&#39;t have anyone to turn to.  Losing a loved one in a failed relationship can cause fear and misery.  If there is no one to turn to the heart ache can be overwhelming.  It will seem impossible to go through a break up alone, but think about how many people have gone through what you are experiencing and they survived.  You can move on.  You will get over these painful feelings that you have.  You have to be willing to deal with the pain quickly and in a healthy manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with the pain of a break up can seem so difficult because often times it may feel like you are the only one in the world that is suffering the way that you are.  Don&#39;t give up on the situation.  Allow yourself to heal by dealing with the causes of break up pain.  You have to get past dwelling on the lost relationship.  This is the only way to move on.  Work on getting and feeling better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your friends and social network during this difficult time.  If they care about you they will likely be there for you and do whatever it takes to help you through this difficult time.  Your friends have probably been through a similar situation so they can relate to what you are going through.  Rather than allow yourself to suffer while dealing with the causes of break up pain, what you should do is enjoy yourself and work on healing rather than allowing yourself to become stressed out, overwhelmed or depressed by your heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take control of the situation - don&#39;t let the situation control you.  Spend time with your family and friends.  Let them help you.  Don&#39;t dwell on the bad feelings, focus on the good parts of your life and promote healing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8210110843679415686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain-after-breakups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/8210110843679415686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/8210110843679415686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain-after-breakups.html' title='PAIN AFTER BREAKUPS'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IOOo8TrDI1g_GhCI-gD4VRXOlP5WZ0CDNjdjL0pNb6USPwqEZE_-63rcASFE-7zeFuBnYT3R7vrnLHS7-j_ifAsMd3FvbGDGqG0x7lCJi9HOgowFansZ6sVE4KtYyZkagnEtG6Lyjj7A/s72-c/broken_heart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751843668412052323.post-2634292970276695178</id><published>2009-08-24T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:17:50.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE QUOTES - goodbye&#39;s and letting go :(</title><content type='html'>If saying goodbye hurts so much, why do we say goodbye? Because it hurts so much more to keep holding on to something that isn&#39;t there. Like you&#39;re hanging off a ledge and someone is jumping up and down on your hands but you still can&#39;t let go. Like when you&#39;re little and you&#39;re being tickled...you shout for it to stop because it&#39;s torture, but then you go back for more, because somehow being tickled makes you feel safe and special. Holding on is like that...but the torture is painful...and it doesn&#39;t make you smile. That&#39;s why we&#39;re supposed to say goodbye. That&#39;s why we&#39;re meant to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;You hug him good-bye like it&#39;s nothing... While all you want to do is hold on forever. But you let go, smile and walk away. Then cry all the way home, because you know it will never be the same. Because, try as you might, you can&#39;t make someone love you. Sometimes you have to let them be free. And letting go... That is when love hurts the most of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/images/heart%20icons&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g97/Pedorra66/icons/corazonherido.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;BROKEN HEART Pictures, Images and Photos&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Goodbyes hurt the most when people leave without saying them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are things in our life that aren&#39;t meant to stay. Sometimes change may not be what we want. Sometimes change is what we really need. And sometimes saying goodbye is the hardest thing you think you&#39;ll ever have to do, but sometimes it&#39;s saying &#39;hello again&#39; that breaks you down and makes you the most vulnerable person you&#39;ll ever know. Sometimes change is too much to bear, but most of the time change is the only thing saving your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve learned that goodbyes will always hurt, pictures never replace having been there, memories, good or bad, will bring tears and words can never replace feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;you have no idea what it feels like to go every day feeling like your missing something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the loneliest feeling in the world - to find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down. To have everybody look at you and say what’s the matter with her?? I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren’t sure whether you’re walking toward something, or if you’re just walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;It’s like I realized that way down inside, I’ve always been lonely for something. But I don’t know what for. It’s like everybody in the world wants something only they never really know exactly what it is - they just keep finding out what it’s not. You know how, when you turn off the TV or you come out of some concert, and everything just feels…empty? Like you thought that would be what you wanted, and then it wasn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m wishing that someday, you&#39;ll miss me terribly that no matter how hard you&#39;ll look for me, you wouldn&#39;t find me...because I want you to miss me the same way I&#39;m missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;sometimes you hate them because it hurts too much to love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;I didn’t give up… I just turned my eyes away from eyes that couldn’t look into mine. I&#39;m trying to protect all that&#39;s left of a heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you; it&#39;s not that I fell out of love with you because that would be impossible.  I just couldn&#39;t handle the heartache anymore.  It&#39;s not that I don&#39;t love you, it&#39;s that I can&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;I see him, but he sees past me. I look in his eyes but he looks around me. Does he know what I see when he stares through me? I see him and I can&#39;t help watching him, not watching me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;They say if you love someone you should let them go, but they never say what to do when they don’t come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing a guy can do to a girl is make her fall for him with no intentions of catching her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;I forgot what it was like to cry. I forgot that pretending to be happy doesn&#39;t make you happy. I forgot that you can&#39;t just forget the past in fear of the future. I forgot that you can&#39;t control falling in love and that you can&#39;t make yourself fall in love. I learned that I can love. I learned that sometimes the things you want most you just can&#39;t have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;You&#39;ll never know pain until you look into the eyes of someone you love and they look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;ll never know how much I miss you. You won’t see it in my face. You&#39;ll never know that I&#39;ll never find another guy that could take your place...&#39;Cause I&#39;ll be smiling when I see you. No, my tears won&#39;t ever show. I might always love you, but you&#39;re never going to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;I remember the day that you asked me to let you go. You were slowly walking away and I asked &quot;wasn&#39;t my love good enough?&quot; then you turned around and said, &quot;No…it was too much”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;It has to be hard to watch someone you love change before your very eyes and know you can&#39;t do anything about it, but it must be heartbreaking to remember the way they once were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like an eclipse; if you wait for it long enough, it&#39;s bound to happen... but you have to wonder if it&#39;s worth it, because it just leaves you in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;People always say to follow your heart but what they don&#39;t tell you…is that, just because you follow your heart, it doesn&#39;t mean there&#39;ll be a happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Have you ever fallen in love, but knew they did not care? Have you ever felt like crying, but knew you&#39;d get nowhere? Have you ever watched them walk away, not wanting them to go? And whispered &#39;I love you&#39; softly, not wanting them to know? You cried all night in misery and almost went insane. There&#39;s nothing in this world that causes so much pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you, hearts change; I know they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s amazing how much somebody can break your heart and still you love them with every broken piece of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;I wish I was a little kid again, scraped knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that hurts more than a broken heart is knowing, if you had the choice to do it all over again, you would.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2634292970276695178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-quotes-goodbyes-and-letting-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/2634292970276695178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6751843668412052323/posts/default/2634292970276695178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadthoughtsboutlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-quotes-goodbyes-and-letting-go.html' title='LOVE QUOTES - goodbye&#39;s and letting go :('/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g97/Pedorra66/icons/th_corazonherido.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>