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

Love me, even if it's a lie. Leave me yet never say goodbye

The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.

It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.

But when nothing in your life happens in a positive frame, it is difficult to think positively and hope for the best.

It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.

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