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

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

Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

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

His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

Competition was as much as respecting your opponent's work as introspecting on your own.