And truths, these days, are spoken
The same way promises are made,
With gritted teeth and crossed fingers.

I loved him the way some people are to be loved - from a distance.

I wish not to tell you how I feel,
I choose silence so that you leave,
Kiss me goodbye and set me free...

What broke your heart so bad
That you had to close every door,
That you say you have a dark soul
And can't utter the word 'love' anymore?

There were two and only two messages that could have been comprehended by what he said.

But neither of them was soothing; neither of them was a lie.

Sometimes it's your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.
But more often, it's memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.
All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.

But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.