My body is like a house.
It has rooms that are sometimes empty
Once filled with laughs, memories of him and her, who I thought would stay forever, because I got too involved, late-night talks till past three, silly me to think everything would stay the same.
Maybe I thought I was living in my own storybook, where I could write every page how I wanted, or maybe I thought I was in a fairy tale, where I was the star, and everything revolved around me, but I've realized it's not always like that. These...