How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
A photo says, you were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, you were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.
What you had could never make up for what you'd lost.
Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.
How far can a person go... and still live with himself.
Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.