“I want to die just once before my death so that I know what it feels like to be alive once again.”

She is cold, but her touch feels like summer.

Love is free but you have to pay for loyalty.

But darling, losing you was better than losing me.

The mistakes that hurt the most are the ones that make you learn.

Rain generate hope in the desert so as her touch in me.  

Love taught me to stay alive in the battle of life.

You deserve to be a happy person you were born to be.

The whisky brings back all the memories of you.

I wish I could live inside my dreams with you together forever.

She broke my heart but fixed my vision.

I don’t have time means I don’t want you anymore.

True love has the power of coming back.

Time heals all wounds, and you will come back better and stronger.

Tears are the root of happiness.

I am losing all sense of decency.

Whenever she smiles, my pain lost its breath.

You are a nameless prayer, my heart begs to be brought again to existence.

They said everything I lost will come back to me. I said -everything I’ve lost is too lost to ever come back to Me.

My love isn’t love. It is devotion. I don’t fall in love, I shatter. I don’t love, I worship.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

You are the oxygen and I’m dying to breathe.

Dreams are built, and hearts are broken, by things that are said, but not meant.

It is not your job to fix people. I know your heart aches to see people you love in pain. But it is not your job to make their burden your own – that is not your path.

I am always becoming a new tragedy. Trading one torture for another. Forever versatile in this becoming.