Just so you know, everyone has regrets, but it's fucked up to be continually punished for them.
Our love has evolved into something else because of the way we respect and listen to each other's needs.
There is nothing like the smell of books, both new and old. If someone ever bottled the smell, I would be all over it . 
Damn those fat Barbie heads. I blamed them for my loss, and to this day I can't walk down the sickeningly pink Barbie aisle of any store. 
Your fascination with putting yourself down borders on emotional mutilation. 
Maybe everything would have been different. Hindsight is a mocking bitch for sure. 
I can't go out with you. I don't even like you, 
It may be the death of me, but it was time to live. 
I wanted a summer filled with porch swings, lemonade and fireflies. 
This thought didn't make me cringe like most teenagers would have. 