“Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.” — Gregory David Roberts
I have loved and lost, and still I love the people I have lost. And I miss them everyday, and there are no words to be said to bring them back.
As much as I have gained with the help of my words, I have also lost.
Words have sometimes failed to mend my broken heart, and yet this brokeness is the one thing that keeps me writing.
Such a vicious circle, isn’t?