I thought I'd forget you, but I guess I forgot to.

move  (mv)

v. moved, mov·ing, moves

v.intr.

1. To change in position from one point to another: moved away from the window.

2. To progress in sequence; go forward: a novel that moves slowly.

3. To follow a specified course: Earth moves around the sun.

4. To progress toward a particular state or condition:

“She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.” 

“I have to admit, an unrequited love is so much better than a real one. I mean, it's perfect... As long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.” 
― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

hello

it's 12.32 in the morning.

erm, midnight.

whatever.

taking a break from facing my books and came across some old conversations.

and yes i'm brought back to several years ago.

a place i'd rather not think about now when i'm trying to revise

#@!@$

“She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.” 
― Julia Quinn, The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

A broken heart is what makes life so wonderful five years later, when you see that special guy in an elevator and he is fat and smoking and saying 'Long time no see'

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”

“The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.” 

"...unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded."

“Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.” 

“...Life] would be hell if I didn't shake loose from the grip he had on my heart. Even if he'd felt like The One. Even if I'd always thought we'd end up together. Even if he still had a choke chain on my heart.”