Every night, I laid awake with your memories flooding through my eyes with the hope to be with you when sleep arrived.
I had finally found my world; it was right here, in her arms.
Love is not everything and yet everything is meaningless without love. 
For sixteen years, I had seen just emptiness in those eyes. Her eloquent eyes had lost their expressiveness to destiny.
If you can forget the person you love, you have not loved enough. 
The way to my heart shattered when you left me, but I was glad because your memories were invulnerable, locked inside my heart.
