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i am sad and angry and i want everyone to be alive again. i want more landmarks, less landmines. i want to be grateful but i'm having a hard time with it.

loving you is a religion. let me devout my all to you ; sacrifice my life for a moment of your affection

grief can make you a monster.

i am going to pour another drink. i am going to watch you leave. i am going to sink into this chair. i am going to watch you leave.

it was like walking into the sun， being with you. it was like walking into the sun for the first time after a terribly long winter.

i  am  your  rosary,  your  cross,  your  blessings,  your  penance.

it's been five hundred years... and all along, she's been playing her part in the most unimaginably long, unbearably lonely, and agonizingly painful opera of all time.

he loved you. he loved you, and he admired you. even when you fought.

famous, hm? you believe me to be some mythical, all-powerful being, yet you do not recognize the familiarity hidden amongst the anger and bitterness, no..? so be it.. step closer, my child, and you will learn the same lesson as those before you. painful, excruciating lessons..~

you hurt. it's okay. i hurt too. hold my hand.

all  roads  lead  to  you,  there  is  no  journey's  end. here  is  my  heart,  and  i  give  it  to  you.