"If you were to find a shattered mirror,find all the pieces,all the shards and all the tiny chips,and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again,the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks,it would still be a useless glued version of its former self,which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it.Some things are just beyond repair."
"The saddest thing is,I don't blame you.Deep down,I wish I could hate you,but I can't.I can't hate you for not loving me anymore than I could hate myself for loving you because it just is.Love isn't forced.It does not exist because we want it to,or because we make it so,or because we have to.It comes like an arrow on dreadful wings,sweeping down and piercing us when we weren't expecting it.Because if we saw it coming,we would have deflected it and beat it away with a vengeance.And,when it hits us,pierces us,it bleeds us.Leave the arrow in,patch your heart around it,and in time you'll learn to live with love.The arrow.Pull it out,and everyday you'll bleed a lil' harder,and die a lil' more."
“'You'll get over it...' It's the cliches that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not erased by anyone. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no one else can fit. Why would I want them to?”Sorry people,the post closure ranting will continue to end that way for the time being.
SHOUT SCREAM SHRIEK!