“All the flowers in my house dried up and died, maybe because only they have seen me when nobody is around.”

Why did we become a version of a person we don’t even like?

Never expect the wrong person to love you the right way.

People these days would love to lose you then fix the situation.

Cheating is a choice. Before you cheat, ask yourself does your partner deserves it?

I wish I wake up with an empty head and without the dreams that still smell like you.

If the heart is meant to be broken, then it is also meant to be healed.

When you let go of things that are not under your control. I hope the loneliness does not become so dense that the silence starts to speak.

Let the moon teach you the art of being beautiful and lonely at the same time.

He lives as if death will never come to him, but he dies as if he had never been born.

Meeting you was life-changing so was losing you.

Stop proving yourself to people who don’t believe in you. You are a human, not theorem.

Your memories walk wild in my mind. This is freedom.

Let go of the mistakes you once made. Forgive yourself for making them. Just like you forgive your friends when they make a mistake.

How can you take care of someone else when you can’t even take care of yourself?

Sometimes the best way to say something is to say nothing at all.

Your memories swirl around me like snowflakes dancing in the wind.

We are broken. But never beyond repair.

We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.

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.