“I didn’t love you to seek revenge. I didn’t love you out of loneliness or unhappiness. I didn’t love you for any of the misguided reasons that time might convince you I did. I just loved you because you’re you.”

Day after day, the echoes of losing you resonate in my bones.

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life. But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday, and you’ll erase me completely.

When a deep love leaves, deep sadness takes residence.

I had never been at peace with my own reflection until I saw it in your eyes.

The past is never gone, it simply lies beyond reach. A moment becomes a memory, the tangible becomes ethereal and now becomes forever.

I don’t know if I stole your love or if it was my fate. I only know it broke my heart to find your love too late.

Each second can never be repeated, retracted or relived. So if someone gives you their time, you should appreciate it for the precious gift that it is.

But if we could have been together, what would there be to dream of?

The trust to hold what is delicate within you should only be given to someone whose hands are as gentle as your heart.

Stranger than fiction is the fiction that you are a stranger to me.

I miss the me I was with you.

Meeting you was like finding the answer to a question I had long since forgotten asking.

I never knew the aftermath would be this painful. I never knew that you miss someone with the same fervour with which you loved them.

It is painful to be in love. One way or another you’re always aching for something.

It’s darkness without you, or didn’t you know? That the sunshine goes with you, wherever you go.

It’s been a long time since we said goodbye and yet the echoes of it are still ringing in our ears.