“Memories are not made by standing still.”

“It didn’t hurt me. Not “hurt”. Hurt is a four letter word. It’s short, almost cute sounding. Aawwww, did that hurt? No. It didn’t hurt. Destroyed, Obliterated, Desecrated, Annihilated, Demolished, Shattered, or Demoralised maybe… But no. It didn’t hurt me. It didn’t “hurt” me at all.”

“She wears it so beautifully doesn’t she, her pain… Always smiling, always positive…. always happy to help… It’s like a garment perfectly tailored to fit the way she carries it… with a touch of grace… and the quietness of that sad smile…. All so you’d never know how heavy it really was.”

“I kept you so well, buried beneath the darkest shame and stilled with filthy lies. Perhaps I should have dug deeper.”

“All of my life wishing on stars, wishing for him has finally come true… My wishes are no longer for me anymore, my wishes now have become for two.”