“She was made of glitters.
But glitters that no more shine. She has been trapped in so much darkness that there is no light.” [….click to read the full post]
…because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
Her knight became her imprisoner…
You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.
Who said love requires a translation?
It does not.
You just need to look in each others eyes and the world around you will turn into a hazy inconsiquential blur.
There were times when I was crying, I was helpless, when I was down, I tried to find you in my dreams, and you were always there…
I want to write you love letters, hundreds and thousands of love letters. Every letter expressing how I feel about you.
You are not crazy and it is okay to feel defeated. But you know why bad times are important? Because you only and always learn from bad times.