He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

But thing in the past are like plate that’s shattered to pieces. You can never put it back together like it was, right?

It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical

No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all.

I am living in hell from one day to the next. But there is nothing I can do to escape. I don't know where I would go if I did. I feel utterly powerless, and that feeling is my prision. I entered of my own free will, I locked the door, and I threw away the key.

I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.