There was a time when your voice lived in my days. Entire evenings disappeared between your words and mine. You felt like home. And then....nothing. Just silence so loud it echoes through everything. And somehow, I have to keep existing inside this emptiness.

There was a time when your voice lived in my days. Entire evenings disappeared between your words and mine. You felt like home. And then....nothing. Just silence so loud it echoes through everything. And somehow, I have to keep existing inside this emptiness.

I want to go so far away that I can't catch up with myself, but that's just the shame I feel when I look at myself. What a terrible thing I've done! I let myself be bewitched! Now I just feel disgusted. Where can I go to die?

I just don't know,

“Trauma permanently changes us. This is the frightening truth about betrayal. You never really get over it. At best, you grieve and make some kind of peace with it. But a major life disruption leaves a new normal behind. There’s no going back to who you were before.”

“If I could, I would apologize to the sky and my room ceiling for all of the nights I’ve awkwardly stared at them remembering things I should have forgotten.”

“It was all she ever wanted: to dwell in peace, without the shadow of her past hunting her.”

“Sometimes you have to be silent as no words can express what you’re feeling deep inside.”

“Sadly, sometimes it’s too late. That’s the thing about time: we cannot get it back.”

You were never mine, but I was always yours.