I find my comfort in numbers. By numbers I mean ratings and statistics and math. And of course, your phone number.

It’s the reverberation of the tunes through the small room that carried me back to the memories of the long past moons

Music and photos and old texts have the ability of transporting me to you, But your words are stronger, pushing me away.

you’re here for sunny days and beach holidays, you’re here for movie nights and ice cream, you’re here for pillow fights and pillow talks. today, there's a thunderstorm. there’s a power cut and no tv to watch. i’m lying here. alone.

It’s not the ice-cream I ate that gave me a runny nose… it’s the crying that followed it.

from blood, sweat, and tears, to scabs, frost, and emptiness. from black, to white.

you made me realise there is no such thing as right or wrong in love and war there’s only the choice between following your heart and following your mind