For we have memories, even when we don't have each other.

People live and love, and get scarred from both.

She stays up all night waiting. He's late again.

She gave me her heart, so I gave her my everything, even though I had nothing.

There are many ways he envisions how this happiness would end, but this is definitely not one of them.

One more day. That's all he wants.

She is a piece of him, just like how he is a piece of her.

She is forgetting, and he is hurting.

"Are you okay?" she'd ask whenever he woke up from the same nightmare. In reply, he'd force a smile and pretend that everything was fine. "Yes, I'm okay," he'd lie. She'd then crawl in closer to him, and he’d inhale the same scent of ylang ylang and coconut from her hazel hair. They'd