“It’s difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don’t have to imagine it. I just have to live it.”

One day I will cease to exist. But all my life I will love you.

A woman is at heart – a wild creature. But the creature itself – that depends on 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.

Losing someone we love, or the fear of losing someone we love one day is a difficult experience and we can all relate to it. None of us are an exception to this reality.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem

Only those who have the patience to do simple things perfectly will acquire the skill to do difficult things easily.

It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.

I think that the most difficult thing is allowing yourself to be loved, so receiving the love and feeling like you deserve it is a pretty big struggle. I suppose that’s what I’ve learnt recently, to allow myself to be loved.

He who graduates the harshest school, succeeds.

The more difficult it is to forgive someone the greater the opportunity for spiritual growth.