everybody will die, lol!

I've loved life and if it doesn't seem to love me back, I still want to keep trying. I want to believe that someday it all will make sense and life would stop being so cruel as it is now.

You have loved.

Even if it wasn't destined to last longer, You're happy to have suffered in the name of it.

There are years to come and the memories of first love would fade and make space for something else to fit in.  A new hobby, a celebrity crush, obsession over a fictional character or discovering a new poem, one tenant serving its period and giving over the charge of your heart to another.

You cannot help but wonder how many times will the heart break before someone builds a home within it. Your entire being reflects a dreary town, deserted and devoid of anything lifelike.

A dreadful sight indeed where everything they see is a remnant of something magnificent. Bare branches that once bore pink and white bougainvillea, a broken bench under the shade of huge banyan tree where once echoed cackles of four friends, the gate barely serving its purpose to protect an abandoned library, whose tangerine walls still exhibit our initials written with a chalk.

I felt purged and holy and ready for a new life.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.