Dawson's Creek

I use to be in love with Dawson's Creek! I miss it coming on so much!

It seems a little sad that I was the girl whose only purpose was to help you find out who you're really in love with.

You live in a world of black and white and I see pieces of gray.. that's the difference between you and me. that's what made me fall in love with you, and that's what is tearing us apart.

There are not many people in this world with the ablility to give you butterflies, and if you dont tell those people how you feel, It'll be like spending the rest of your life in your own personal prison.

If by some slim chance you would have kissed me back, you would have been thinking of someone else right?

You exhaust way to much time and energy on a girl you call "just your friend"

You've had a lifetime to process your feelings for me and I can't spend the rest of mine hoping that you might throw a general glance in my direction in between your tortured teen romances.

"Stalker" sounds so negative. I prefer to think of myself as doggedly persistent.

It’s not about the perfect setting and it’s not about the perfect timing--it’s about the perfect person.

I used to be able to look into your eyes and know everything you were thinking, these days, I havent a clue.

That guy didn't know you, because if he did..he would have never walked away from you

But that's just it, the butterflies never seem to accompany the right people. All the nice guys who are right for you, they never make your stomach go flip flop...

Sometimes the hardest things to say are the things that really matter

I used to be afraid of so many things, that I'd never grow up, that I'd be trapped in the same place for all eternity, that my dreams would forever be shy of my reach, it's true what they say, time plays tricks on you. one day youre dreaming the next your dream has become your reality and now that the scared little girl no longer follows me wherever I go, i miss her. i do. because there are things that i want to tell her, to relax, to lighten up, that it is all going to be okay. i want her to know that meeting people who like you, who understand you, who actually except you for who you are will become an increasingly rare occurrence Jen, Jack, Audrey, Andie, Pacey and Dawson, these people who contributed to who i am they are with me where ever i go. and as history gets rewritten in smalls way with each passing day my love for them only grows, because the truth is it was the best of times. mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned, but all that has receded into fond memory now. how does it happen? why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticizes the good? maybe it's because we need to believe that the time we spent together actually meant something. that we were there for each other in a time in our lives that defined us all. That time our lives that we will never forget. I can't swear that's exactly how it happened. but this is how it felt -joey