When I think of you and me and what we shared, I know it would be easy for others to dismiss our time together as simply a by-product of the days and nights we spent, a “fling” that, in the long run, would mean absolutely nothing. Thats why I don’t tell people about us. They wouldn’t understand, and I don’t feel the need to explain, simply because I know in my heart how real it was… how real this is. When I think of you I cant help smiling, knowing that you’ve completed me somehow. I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you’ll take me in your arms again”


“As we drifted apart, I was becoming more desperate to save what we once had shared; like a vicious circle, however...”

"With all your assurances, you completed me. With all your betrayals, you killed all of me."