The love that once existed, the hatred that once existed, the hurt that was spread out naked when dreaming back at midnight, the tears and hugs that once seemed like the bright days of yesterday, the love that was once at your fingertips but so far away, all fell into the abyss of despair in that winter that seemed like the warm sunshine of spring.
If I could turn back time, I would never run away. It is up to you to decide whether your heart is happy or painful.