I want to cling on just for a little bit more.

I can hear someone wishing for it.

words fail us. sometimes, it does not give the same intention that we want to express.

it's not much of a deal if one has nothing to offer

you dedicate songs, you make food not for yourself, you go beyond what is asked, you start to become illogical and do crazy things.

if I had regret it, it would seem that whatever I felt back then was fake.

wait. I'll hold on for as long as I can.

letting go is like waking up. you need to do it yourself. the only person against you is yourself.the bed is more comfortable in the morning

there is no pain worse than this.

only because you believed.