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

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.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.

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.

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

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

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