When I turn around he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I dont know who is breathing for who but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I dont know how long it lasts but when I let go of him I miss it already.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you cant forgive yourself for.

Its funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe thats why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. Its not the pain theyre getting over its the love.

In the games of queens and kings we leave our dreams at the door and we make do with what we have. Sometimes if were fortunate we still manage to have a good life.

Theres nothing to took forward to any more if you dont have dreams he said. Because dreams are goals and John might have run out of goals. So he died.