Dia lelah untuk menangis. Dia lelah untuk merasa sakit. Dia lelah merasa kehilangan.
And I go home having lost her love. And write this book.
No one compares to you, but there’s no you, except in my dreams tonight.
Only those relationships last forever that do not have a name.
If we found a ticket to Disneyland would you think we should arrest Mickey Mouse?
So often, the discarded love of youth is desperately yearned for in maturity.
I loved her deeply but for her love just wasn’t enough.
Widowed were not those alive, but those who were dead.
You mean to tell me you’re mourning the loss of someone who never existed?
The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart.