Nobody knew about our story. It was engraved in my heart and was there to stay. He knew that every breath I took, I was taking it for him.

I can spend a lifetime like this, just sitting here with you like this.

You're my soulmate. You feel familiar, like someone I have known since before. You are at the back of my mind always.

We facing the world together is the only thing I once believed, Without you it has been ages since I’ve existed and not lived, Every hour, every minute, every second when I breathe, A bunch of memories of pain and anguish I wreathe.

Someone doesn’t always need a gun to kill you. Sometimes, their actions are enough. You don’t need an assassin to kill you. Sometimes, a lover is enough.

I don’t want to be a part of this story, but I want us to write this story together.

They had become each other’s shadow and even more than that, the true companions who would never part, not even in darkness.

He made you dependent on him so that your happiness depended on his and his depended on whether or not you agreed to what he said.

He knew how often I needed to travel to be sane, what my favorite places were, which seat I would choose in a restaurant, which songs I listened to depending on my mood, how I looked when I was hungry, how much sugar I would like in my coffee, what hurt me and what would fix it, when I craved a hug and how tight should that be, how to make out my mood from my voice and how fast my heart would beat if I was asked to address a gathering of five hundred people.