I miss you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
The conversations before the first day of school.
Her last words before opening the gates of hell.
And this time without any evidence of my antagonising.
Do not attempt to try this at home.
Need I say more?
Heavy words, empty meaning. What can you say when you have nothing to say?
No one could’ve predicted that from the moment she laid eyes on him, she had already planned to ruin his life so he could be a part of hers.
"Wait for me where the flowers are. When they bloom, I'll be back."
"The great loves are all crazy. That's how I know we're forever."
Inspired by the film: The Weekend Away
Sometimes, the best conversations are silent.
If I knew what was going to happen happened, I would've never said what I said.
I don't mean to push the blame, but they're really quite annoying.
"Does she remember you?" "No."
"If I was this good at spinning stories, don't you think I would've become a scriptwriter instead?"
I know time can't rewind, but it'll be really good if it can fast forward.
Stranger things have happened. There is no cause for alarm.
The last sunrise will forever be the prettiest.
If fine meant fine then that'll be great, but it doesn't.
They finally danced their last dance.
Party prep is the worst... especially when it is her first party since that fateful night.
If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is.
Expectations are poison. They never live up to reality.
A word of advice: don't look in places you aren't supposed to look.
I'll go to the mall, watch a movie, then have a delicious dinner. And then I think I'll probably go and find you.
It only took 1001 days, but I finally got here. My rose-coloured glasses came off, and I can see you have red on your hands. Much more than I thought.
There is always more than one way to do something.
She is a princess. He is hired to kill her. Need I say more?
Mum...please let me out of the basement...
Weeks ago I booked a 3-day stay at this hotel. Weeks later I'm still here, at the hotel. They are not allowing me to leave. I'm trapped.
Based on a true story.
I finally figured out what went wrong with us: Me.
One family. Three parts. A thousand wounds. Is a family still a family when there’s no warmth left?
Never make online friends. Ever.
This is the first and last letter I would ever write for you.
On this moonlit night, she finally acquired the artwork she fell in love with years ago... and he looked stunning.
10 minutes before I disappear forever -Anna Cayne
His heart is full, but her heart is breaking for both of them.