“To sing is to express, to love is to hurt”

“I was afraid. Of getting hurt in other ways. To be truthful, I still am."His thumb stroked her cheek. "I would never hurt you.""I don't think you can promise me that." She squeezed his bruised fing...”

“Every night, I laid awake with your memories flooding through my eyes with the hope to be with you when sleep arrived.”

“The way to my heart shattered when you left me, but I was glad because your memories were invulnerable, locked inside my heart.”