There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as
long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot
be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose
its meaning of it were not balanced by sadness
" Her heart had grown so familiar to the pain of life
without him,
That to respond now seemed too large a pleasure she could not
endure.
If pain was love, then she loved fiercely.
Yet knew she could not be near that boy again "
This is the part where I fall to a million
pieces
I've tried fixing myself with the memories like glue
Shattered again 'cause they remind me of you
And I'm broken .. 💔