Someday, even my existence would be felt.

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?

I feel the pain—everywhere.

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

Language of Sound cannot always translate the language of Silence.

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

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.

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.

Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of loveand stay there forever.