I know that nobody would understand or believe me if I said that, there are times when I am alone, I take out all your pictures and just stare at them, stare at them for hours. Every picture has a memory, every memory has its dose of pain and every pain has its meaning and they are all mine. Sometimes your celluloid smiles and the glossy glitters in your eyes torture me but I welcome it. Pathetic as it may sound, I know that that's the only thing thats mine. Everything is gone, even your name escapes me and I am lost, buried, somewhere in the depths of your memory.

In all those pictures, in all those captured moments of forever, in all those heartbeats you are perfect. I can't believe that even when you're breaking my heart, you look so beautiful.