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.

I wished I could have loved you less. Maybe…just maybe, the pain would be more bearable? Would it have been? Would loving you less give me the strength to give you up and let go, when all I ever wanted to do was to clutch you in my heart and take you away from everyone?

Oblivion is bliss. It makes one feel at peace.But not quite.Not quite.My brain is at peace.But my heart isn't.It longs for its other half.The half that comprises the whole.The half that matches its beat.The half that makes it throb.The half that makes it strong to overcome anything.Even oblivion.

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.

He expected me to die that night. I didn’t.I will not die now.

You can let go now. Please let go. I will see you in your dreams and I will delight in knowing that a part of your heart, however small, will be yearning for me.