breakup

Many marriages would have been laid to rest a long time ago, if they were not on a life-support machine called other people__ opinions and/or expectations.

Though we met at the same station,we were but passing trains;on parallel lines,destined to never meet.

Some people each left their spouse or lover because he or she was no longer the primary source of their happiness; some, because their spouse or lover was, at that time, the primary source of their unhappiness.

I have become intoxicated again.You are such a potent wine, my friend.To escape your withdrawal effects,tomorrow I will drink in excess.Alas, why make me love?I was aware, conscious, and sensible before.I am ill by cause of this illusion.The devil plays tricks on me more and more.I was a harp you immaculately plucked at will.Your score, the nightingale song withinnotes composed to imprison and bear me wings.Oh, if only they could hear how it sings!I am now beyond parched.My strings left untouched.You are no longer an oasis, my friend,but a mirage soon coming to an end.

But what had really happened? It was still unclear. Was it possible nothing of any significance had ever happened between us and our ending was just the sad process of realizing this?

The best way to lose a woman was to show her a kind of life that one could offer her for only a few days.

I call you my soulmate because I lost myself in you and then found myself through you. Sure, when you are gone, I will be a fraction but the common denominator has always been me.

Stuart needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.

Don't leave anything for anyone who is eventually going to leave you.

The only whole heart is a broken one because it lets the light in.

He brought out the worst in me, and was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day?Where were youwhenI was silent with God in prandial pray?Where were youwhen I recited love poems as I lay?Where were you?

All my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness. It was all but an illusion.

Love is like a piece of chocalate. It's looks and tastes good, but it's dark. What really matters is the inside.

I am not sad anymore. I am not weak or tender or quiet like you remember because the second you said those words and closed that door, I sold my soul to the part of myself I had buried in order to love you, to let you touch every inch of my rotten body, for I wanted to be touchable and not so strange. Not so sad and tender, like I__e always been, they say, so I changed. And then your glances and words throwing knives with no return about my change of habits and ways of living, being, and I nodded and smiled, dying silently a little bit inside.

So for now,I will miss you like I__l never see you again,And the next time I see you,I will kiss you like I__l never kiss you again,And when I fall asleep beside you I will fall asleep as if I__l never wake up again,because I don__ know if I will.I don__ know if I will.- I Will Love You Like The World Is Ending

Mattia's voice no longer stirred anything in his stomach, but he was aware of the idea of him and always would be, as the only true benchmark for everything that had come afterward.