91 Quotes About Fruits-basket

When did I start feeling like my name had a special ring to it whenever you called out to me? When did I start doing dumb stuff over and over again, as long as I knew it would make you smile. When did I start...loving you so much I couldn't stand it?

Being left behind, or leaving behind...I wonder which hurts more.

After all...you have courage in your heart.

My heart was breaking on my way home that day. I was crying ugly tears because I could feel it yet again...the feeling of something fading away. Fading away into 'memories.' And even if I don't forget the loneliness and sorrow that tore me apart...the memories themselves are fading, too. No matter how much I try to hold on...no matter how many times I swear it to myself...time moves on, and they begin to fade. It's cruel.

That 'me' is becoming a memory, too.

I can't. Stop...don't go anywhere...don't leave me.

I'm ashamed. I'm dishonest, weak, and dirty.

It's time to be brave.

I've always been lousy at hiding my feelings.