"Ama, ama follemente, ama più che puoi e se ti dicono che è peccato ama il tuo peccato e sarai innocente." -- William Shakespeare

"I think…I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know? It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories; it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did —it was the feeling that came along with it. Crazy thing is, I don’t know if I’m ever going to feel that way again. But I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned to bright, but I just thought, ‘How can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you?’ Maybe he knew that... when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him. It was losing me."


 

"Losing him was blue like I’d never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone 
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met 
But loving him was red"