We used to be inseparable and now we don’t talk; we are strangers.

My hopes and dreams died when I let him go.

I am dying inside when I see my beloved in someone else’s arms.

Sometimes you have to get hurt and feel the pain to know what true happiness is.

Mistakes and regrets come with love.

I can see our love dying, is it?

Sometimes it pays to be critical.

I can live without all the things in the world but without you I cannot even think of breathing.