I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?
As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.
He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.
At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.
The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.
I am sure that music was never meant to sound this harsh, this painful.