Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She wanted them to leave her alone.

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.

If a man cries in front of you, it doesn't mean he's weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.

Love, he told himself, was open to interpretation like any other abstract indulgence but followed the same principles everywhere, irrespective of everything else. One, either won or lost in love, there was no bridge in between, and he decided he had lost, lost to himself, if not to her.

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.

Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.

I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?