text: Wind chimes swaying endlessly as my head swirls deeper into my own thoughts. You could never really describe your own problems, the constant lies you had to live through. Facade. The 'living' room is greyish, a slight dim orange light coming from the lamp in the corner. That light gives you a blurry view of reality, it shows the way to the broken mirror in the room, you stare helplessly..so deeply and you see a cracked image of yourself. You're Broken. Have you forgotten the warm memories you had with her? A question I asked myself frequently. How I wished things were more sweet than bitter to the very end. You approached me with that fake smile, I could still remember the words you said, "Save me someday okay?". I never understood what you meant by that, after all we have been going out for awhile and I thought it was just one of your usual flirts, you know...how some couples try to flirt with each other with corny lines. I was wrong. I never got a reason as to why you, a beautiful goddess would approach a slump like me, I was an average guy. I had boring emotions and reactions, what did I mean to you? I knew you meant the world to me but what did I mean to you? They say, god passes down a factor into your life, someone or something that will change your emotions towards life, you see, I was never fond of life to begin with. I had doubts on everything, constant negative thoughts always fill my head and I would live through it like any other day. Unfortunately, those gathered up thoughts would bite me back. You found me at my lowest with that fake smile of yours. How glad was I to finally have someone to spend my boring days with. We went on fun dates, we both had warm memories together, laughing, crying, loving. Letting out our hidden emotions together. You changed me, you influenced me. You were the lamp, giving dim light to my dark room. "Save me someday". Now I knew what you meant by that. You did not have to lie about your true emotions, I could have helped you if you just told me. I was by your side every single second and I tried my best to make the both of us happy but I guess, you viewed the world as a pale blue. I was far from the guy you knew back when you found me but you were still the same when we first met. 'Sarah, if you are listening, I am still alive and well, I just wishes I could tell you how my life went from utter bitterness to sweet. Allow me to show you how my world turned colourful from ash grey. I miss you' I could still remember her fake smile, yea they were not genuine but you still felt a sense of comfort behind it. The notes I found in her room, they gave me warmth again. She wrote of our countless journeys together, it was the most purest thing I have ever read and held. I wished she could see how the tears rolled down my cheeks. Its cold again. My warmth never existed in the first place.