When waiting for a text from the person you love it feels as though a second is an hour but when you are with that person an hour feels like a second.

The love I have for you is like no other because no mater how many time I have to walk through he'll I will for you and I'll come out smiling ready to do it again

Each day you tell me how much she means to you and how little you care for me. Not knowing that everytime you do a piece of my heart dies that will never come back but I still talk to you every day knowing what awaits me, but also knowing I love you more than the pain you put me through

My heart may look ok on the outside but it is 100% broken on the inside and I will never let him see what he does to me.

[Texting] discourages thoughtful discussion or any level of detail. And the addictive problems are compounded by texting's hyperimmediacy. E-mails take some time to work their way through the Internet, through switches and routers and servers, and they require that you take the step of explicitly opening them. Text messages magically appear on the screen of your phone and demand immediate attention from you. Add to that the social expectation that an unanswered text feels insulting to the sender, and you've got a recipe for addiction: You receive a text, and that activates your novelty centers. You respond and feel rewarded for having completed a task (even though that task was entirely unknown to you fifteen seconds earlier). Each of those delivers a shot of dopamine as your limbic system cries out "More! More! Give me more!

There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison