No amount of darkness can dim my love for you. I will be your lighthouse to guide you through the night, until you return to the safety of the shore. Our shore. Come back to me, babe. Come back, because I'm not going anywhere…without you.

Oh, you foolish, foolish man,” she groaned, as she cupped her mouth with her hand, tears tumbling down her cheeks. “That handkerchief is not mine. And that is not W.

Life has been harsh to us, in ways we never expected, much more, desired. But it has also been kind in the past. And maybe that was what this tragedy wanted to teach us: to cherish every second, every minute, every hour, every day of our precious yet mundane lives, and to give thanks for every small yet meaningful detail that makes our days worth living.

How did we come to this? Two tormented souls, two shattered hearts, two people tied and bound in a perpetual circle of gloom. There was no light in sight. Only darkness. Only sorrow.”Excerpt From: Mayumi Cruz. “CHROMA HEARTS.” iBooks.

Then beat yourself up if you want to. Afterward, rise above the unreasonable guilt you’ve imposed on yourself. Life is all about rising every time we fall, not only when we feel like it.

I love her. But I hate her, too. How can I feel both for her. . . at the same time?

Ah. Yes. The heart felt at hearth. But you see, sometimes, danger also lurks inside the home.

All I heard was the sound of my own heart.Beating, but not breathing.Alive, but not living.Whole, but fatally broken.

She was her own woman; has been and always will be. Never mind that her heart was torn into shreds and wouldn’t stop bleeding, yearning for him after everything he’s done.