What are we but shooting stars, hoping to shine long enough to make at least one soul believe in the magic.

This life is a constant suffering of being too much and still not enough.

Do not let the mortality of a moment hold you back from living an eternity in that time.

How am I supposed to forget that holding him feels like touching love itself?

For a girl with such a dark mind, you're a little too in love with the sunrise.

Love is a miracle. You can't live for miracles. Then why?