The next time she comes back, no matter what she says, listen to her well. If she cries, give her a handkerchief and wait until she's done crying. If she curses me, curse with her. And if by any chance she asks about me, tell her that I'm sorry.

I miss her, but I don't want to see her.

Boys don't mature. They just age. But aged boys know how to flow with a different destination, and to shine with different color.

People are just the same. They like me if they need me, but once I'm useless, they abandon me. To survive, I need to be useful

When you come to me, wear these. On a good day, prettily.

Men only know if you tell them. Even though you probably want them to just know, they won't.

To me, my feelings and pride are important. Although I like you it's not enough to be used like that.