We are not in this together, I am in this alone.
I will never be free of you—I would never want to be.
Whatever you think regrets weigh, they weigh more.
When two rivers meet, it’s called a confluence.
Did someone break it enough times for you to decide it wasn’t worth the risk, it wasn’t worth the reward.
I don’t know if it will ever disappear.
Yes, it is good that you left. That was too many tears, too much sadness, too much, too much for one girl to take.
And now I see the world without you.
I wonder which memories you kept.
So maybe we aren’t written in the stars.