Our love story: So brutally broken, so beautifully writtenWe burned so bright, but our light dimmed so swiftlyLike a candle in the wind, we faded, like a raindrop in the ocean, we dissolved, in the crowd again, after a short amount of timeWe walk among the people in the busy streets, for now we are [...]
"It's tragically ironic and rather sad, because from the moment we met, I knew our goodbye had already taken the train to our location. In London, heartbreak was our final destination"
"I may not be good enough for him, not good enough for you, but at least I'm good enough for me. And only I have the ability to make myself happy, so, end of story."
"And I write and write and write it all of my mind, but still, even after all these words, all these lines, the pain stays alive"