Love? he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.

Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.

That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.

Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival.

Love? he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.

I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.