I want to meet him somewhere unremarkable and talk about mundane things, like the weather, food or God.
I wish that was enough, you know, being a robotic self without emotions because you can’t break what isn’t there.
as to why,
I cannot love,
I met her at a time when life was a walk in the park. At 9 years old, nothing ever seems serious. By the time we were 15, though, life had changed.
The first girl I befriended in high school knew all my secrets. She was the window to my soul.
Perhaps the most important lesson I’ve learnt from a broken heart is that it isn’t the end of love. Just the end of a relationship. Of course going through a break up is horrible and it really does take a long time to heal and move on. For me, it has become a source of inspiration.
Death is the easy part. The hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more than you are willing to be.
If lives are measured in moments, then art is what keeps us alive.