It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

We are not defined by our things. It´s not the clothes that we wear, the cars that we drive, the art we acquire- It´s not where we live- but how we live that defines us. It´s our actions that are remembered long after we are gone.

If you insist on the chase," I say, my voice much surer than I feel."Then you better start training. 'Cause, dude you're in for a marathon.

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

Prince Kanta was crazy!

Trust works both ways