Man sku tro at etter å ha levd med noen så lenge at man forstår den andres syn på livet. Men du er så opptatt av ditt eget perspektiv, så du glemmer at jeg har mitt eget. -M

Her eyes were as blue as the skye. With a smile that could light up a city, and dreams as big as her heart. Eyes that turned as dark as the night. And a heart of stone with dreams that turned into nightmares.

You are my everything. And everything to me means absolutely nothing