If i think about us logically, there is no chance for us. But logic doesn't produce magic.

- Why do you think I am special?
- If I would answer you, you will be no more.

I've just been around long enough to see many sides of what our lovely evil boy-god Eros can be like. You see, there is a reason that Eros uses arrows to ensnare our hearts rather than strings or even chains. Because it is usually the person who is beyond our grasp, the last person we should love who pierces our heart.

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star.
It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.