Love comes like a dream and leaves like a nightmare.
And there is no remedy for a broken heart other than love itself.
The irony is frustratingly amusing.
‘Sometimes you have to move on without certain people. If they’re meant to be in it. They’ll catch on’. Yeah, this is not true.
We get one chance, two if we’re lucky. And once you find a person you think could be the one. You should hold on as tight as possible.
Love leaves a memory that no one can steal and one that will never fade and it leaves a heartache that no one can heal.
Every story has an ending. That’s something we all have to live with.
But the worst kind of story is the one that doesn’t have an ending, it just stops in the middle of a sentence.
And leaves you wondering.. What if?