"...But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest. But in a way I'm glad...the pain is my only reminder that he was real..."
"...After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating? I'd lived through a lot that should have finished me in the last few days, but it didn't make me feel strong. Instead, I felt horribly fragile, like one word could shatter me."
Você me dizia coisas lindas, me fazia promessas, dividíamos sonhos… E então acabou. É, acabou. Promessas se tornaram mentiras, palavras lindas viraram motivo de dor e os sonhos… Transformaram-se em constante pesadelo, nosso amor era como areia. E quando eu fui peneirar as mentiras… Não sobrou nada.