"Hope Is Often Just A Consoling Thought, Our Naive Disclaimer, Retracting The Possibility Of A Certain

I wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time

I hate you because I love you.

I roam around with memories of someone

~Atmaparichay, Harivansh Rai Bachchan

I check my phone for the thousandth time

It's been 10 days since I last heard from you

You torment me in the name of love; True

How painful and in despair I seem to be

You seem so indifferent to my agony

But Park’s face was like art. And not weird, ugly art either. Park had the sort of face you painted because you didn’t want history to forget it.

If she showed him how much she needed him, he’d run away.

Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

—Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell

“Even if my heart skips a beat, it takes your name twice after it.”

—shree

What was he supposed to do? Forget her like a vivid dream? Or remember her like a distant reality?

— Cross You Heart, Take My Name.

I love you, Dexter, so much.

I just don't like you anymore.

—One Day

So, why aren't you guys together?

Because he is different in front of others

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