Blindness is also to live in a world where there is no hope.

Mixed feelings and unsaid thoughts

love is a lie.

In the end, that was what hurt me the most, because when love becomes impossible, we have only one alternative. Love in silence. Cry in silence. In secret.

At that time I wanted nothing more than to take heart from my memories.

Old pictures deceive us a lot. They delude us that we are alive in them, and this is not true, because the person we look at in them no longer exists, and if he could see us, he would not recognize himself in us and he would say, Who is this who looks at me with a sad face!