After a while, you'll get used to being a shipwreck but there will be days that you'd feel that sinking feeling all over again.

He was a thief;
Stealing time he wasn't supposed to give to her.

He isn't just a book. I can't sum him up in a novel with limited chapters or words. He is an entire library, filled with shelf after shelf of books of adventures and magic. And it would be the greatest gift to spend the rest of my life, reading every single one of his amazing books he holds inside of him.

"Goodbye", he said quietly.

Just like that, she was a ghost.
And he had walked right through her.

Before you take a bullet for someone you love ask yourself first if they would take a bullet for you too.

She had turned her mind into a museum of people she had loved. And all the memories she had shared with them adorned the walls.

She would drive her white chariot of the moon across the sky each night. He would do the same thing each morning with his golden sun chariot.

The day and the night maybe in love but those stories never ended well.