❝My insides are empty and my smile is dead, but you say that I look better than when I was with you. You say that you can let out a sigh of relief now, but I’m running out of breath – the smile doesn’t deceive only me. I did become normal – my heart became burdensome so I emptied it out a lot. I’m really going crazy – please stop saying words of comfort that I can’t hear. Don’t say that you can forget love by having a different love, because it will be a lonelier meet than separation. Don’t say that time heals all, because each moment will be like death for me.❞
