“You feel so cold, so distant, that I often wonder if I imagined your warmth, that warmth that seeded sunshine in my heart and a heartfelt smile on my lips. Now I can hear the frostbite in your voice, your eyes full of sleet. I am just another person now. What made me special in your eyes has died. Will you ever look at me that way again, I wonder, like a man that sees a star and holds its fire in his heart.”
— e.v.e. (When a star dies)
