Though we met at the same station,we were but passing trains;on parallel lines,destined to never meet.

At the end of all things, why do lovers break up? Because love is magic. You have to believe, for it to exist.

But he knew she was a star, and he, only human. He was never meant to reach the stars - he could only admire them from afar.

Flowers wither knowing that you exist.

You rewrote the art in my heart.

I only ever wanted to feel more human.