“Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?”

“What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart.”

“The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before.”

“I feel the paineverywhere.”

“I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.”

“Someday, even my existence would be felt.”