The first person you think of in the morning, or last person you think of at night, is either the cause of your happiness or your pain.

Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.

Some days you'r just a wisp of nothingness.But other days... most days,I hear you in a song,I see you in an image,I feel you in my memories!

Memories stalk you forever and creep up like a hungry wolf to devour you when you least expect it.

As he turns around and her eyes meet his, she lets go off the breath that she had been holding back. All the words she had practised to say when the moment arrived, dissolve at the tip of her tongue. All the things she wanted him to know escape her in the thick blanket of nostalgia that wraps itself around her.

What kind of songs do you like? she asked."The ones that remind me of you," I said.

Night is when the whispers of the past become the echoes of the present.

It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.

He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!