Love itself is something not attainable with mere...
It itself is exhaustion to one's soul...

Breathe, for until you can't.
Cry, for until it's dry...

Today, I chose to be madly in love with you
For every minute you say you miss me...

There are a thousand zillion words in my...
Yet, I have found none to describe my love for you...

I don't know what will it be like tomorrow,
for you and I might be enemies for all we know...

I love the way you're serious at work,
doing whatever you're doing...

I love you,
just these three words...

Holding on to my breath,
I felt a great pain within my soul...

I'm really afraid.
I feel so helpless...

Now I know it's really true;
perhaps it's no longer a problem of trust...

Those nice words you used to say;
those nice sentences you used to comfort me with...

Under that moonlight,
a stranger's soul touched me...