-Do you love me?- she asked.
-Yes, like my teeth love blood- answer the vampire.
Love is a word used too much and much too soon.

She asked for time, she received a watch;
she asked for beauty, she received a mirror;
she asked for love, she received nothing.

I was your cure and you were my disease,
I was saving you and you were killing me.

-You are always late; you'll never change - he said.
-I'm sorry, it's just who I am- chocoLATE apologized.

I don't like the memories because tears come easily.
It's a constant battle. A war between remembering and forgetting.

-I don't know what to say...-he told her.
-It's ok -she replied- I know what we are and I know what we are not.

They told me I was too young to let the world break me.
I told them I was too young to stop the world from breaking me.

She,hopeless, begged him: Can we start over? Can we be strangers again? We can create new memories. Let me introduce myself.

-How do you know you are in love with her?
-Because she is the person I'd never stop looking for in a crowded place.

She discovered life wasn't a fairytale when she lost her shoe at midnight and never saw it again.