You drive me crazy!” “You were always crazy. I just highlight it.

She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame.

Suddenly they were dancing, holding each other tight, moving in circles that symbolised their relationship, both afraid to let go, both willing the song to continue while silently their insides tore.

After night comes day. After death comes life. Even at your darkest time look around because you are never really alone. You are loved.

I need some space.” “Because of my past?” “No, because of mine. When I’m around you I feel like I’m falling. I need to stop before I smash into the ground.” “Are you always so honest?” “No. Mostly I’m a liar like you.