I met him, once again somewhere between dreams and reality, between desire and destiny, between dusk and dawn. In a place that can be visited but not inhabited.

My memories hurt, but I wanted to preserve them.

Pain actually steals a lot more than happiness from a person; it steals a part of the identity, of the soul.

I am not sure what we were nurturing, our love or our pain, often there seemed no difference between the two.

Life is so strange, there are years that pass like a single moment and then there is a moment that halts for so long, as if carrying decades in it. Heavy, painful, but real, a moment when truth unfolds mercilessly and overpowers lies, the lies that had once made life seem precious.