Sometimes it hurts to forget people. I wonder how the other person does it so easily!

My love, I want to talk about the things I like about you

To the ones waiting patiently by someone's door.

What if love holds us back?

there is something heavy inside of me and I do a great job hiding it from everyone

or lust?

memories my boon, my bane

I am talking to you, please say something.

When something we love is lost, it is not easy to heal ourselves. 'time' is the only thing which knows how to heal us.