The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it … some stories just don’t have a happy ending.

We all have regrets. We learn from our mistakes and we might think back on them too. It only becomes a regret when you dwell on it and let it tear you apart.

I don't talk to them other guys, I feel like I am cheating you, you don't care if I exist. Who am I being loyal to?

" they say "everything will be fine, just keep hoping" but the question is when? how? what if already lost hope in the beginning?

The devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be god's favorite...

"what is love?" he asked. "its a killer, but not the kind that sends you to heaven or hell. its the killer that makes you scared to get close. its the reason kids have nightmares. it's everything your parents warned you of."

"Remember that as you cut through your skin your cutting through my heart, and it kills me."

If dream is the only place where I can see you,
the only place where I can touch you,
 the only place where I can kiss you,
 the only place we are prefectly in love with each other,
the only place you and I are together ,
Then If I could I would sleep forever.

I can't forget you
I don't want to,
but I'll move on
because I have to.

"Being strong doesn't only mean keeping it together or not showing it, 
letting it out is only the true way to grieve and begin to let go."