I've been searching...
Searching for the feeling that makes me feel alive and on top of the world.
It could be burning and I wouldn't notice as I watch the sun set with you.
Thinking that as long as we have this love we're set for eternity.
An escape from pain and agony.
Is it temporary?
Is it permanent?
We'll never know.
Words are accusations, only
actions serve as proof.
Our hearts are deceitful and
only time tells tales of truth.

Anita is a soulful person.
An optimist, Opulent in the currency of happiness.
They say when you're in love, it shows in every aspect of your being.
A beam shines from your eyes.
In your partner's presence; it seems that joy is the only emotion you're capable of showing.
Your partner: a recurring reason for this feeling.
A smile: the only expression your lips could care to make.

Everyday, Anita would start conversations and exchange stories with random strangers. The stories accumulated until the day's end,
all for the last pair of ears to hear:
Alex's.

The choice to place your heart in the hands of another is a potential form of self-destruction.
An appeal to our desire to be desired... It makes our emotions fluctuate.
Our sense of importance rises while our sensual pleasures are satisfied.
Love can be quite exquisite.
The perfect mistake is to fall into hands that are not only capable of catching you, but also
holding you down after you jump off the cliff of solitude.

We're playing games but the rulebook is missing.
Like the responses to the texts that I'm sending.
Or worse, replying just for replying's sake.
I don't know how much I can take anymore.
I'd rather deal with ignorance that disinterest.
Its a pity that we have to watch our relationship disintegrate until it's only a fraction of the love we felt, left in our hearts.

From strangers, to lovers, back to strangers.
We have a lot of energy.
We drive each other crazy and we run around in circles.
Head over heels, in each other's minds is where we reside.
Sometimes I wish I could toss my emotions aside.
I've been here before, it feels like a phase.
Love is a game and our feelings are a maze.
Just when I think I  have you figured out, you pull a trick from your sleeve and leave me amazed.
Convince me that I  could have the whole cake.
Then you take it away after my first taste.

Somebody told me that real love ages like fine wine.
This must be infatuation so we might as well just stop trying.

A pill: Hard to swallow.
A bullet: Short and narrow.
Shot by my brain in aim for your chest.
I promised to let it all out but my conscience chose to borrow only a part of it to my lips.
To spare you from being broken apart by my harsh honesty.
I was told that silence is the remedy when truth entails pain.
After you hear it; we won't be the same.
Oh, the truth.
It's bad enough that I don't tell it to you but what's even worse is that I refuse to tell it to myself.