6 Months She whispered "I hope our ghosts aren't eating you alive." And he replied in a low humdrum voice that sounded broken as if he ran out of breathe. "If I'm to speak for myself, I'd tell you that the universe is twice as big as we think it is and yet you're the only one that's made the reality of it any less devastating."

Oxygen - Alcohol ( part 2 ) She – wasn't my oxygen, no she was more like my alcohol addiction ; She bubbled up with indifference as I came to her when I was in pain, She was my run to place when i was at my worst so I'd just forget. She made me feel something when i was numb – but all it was.. was just the burning feeling of loneliness, She had me addicted getting back in and out like rehab, She never loved me neither i her. I see that now. And just like alcohol she'll always have a sting.

Oxygen - Alcohol A friend of mine tried to define love, We arrived at the conclusion that, Love ; Its something that drives you as a whole Its somewhere between Want and need It gives meaning Its like your oxygen

"How do you remember me?"

"You can't tell someone they love you." No matter how hard, no matter what you'd do. Some things just aren't meant to be.. And I guess the only way to get by is, To Accept it.