What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?

It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.

I disliked the unfamiliar happiness more than the familiar sadness

All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we were busy? Or are we already too busy forgetting?

He laughed. I suddenly wanted to laugh, to laugh with him, to sit here, or maybe outside in the rain, and just laugh with him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even smile.

Even a falling star still shines.

What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?