“Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At night ever-thing is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the say takes on a new and deeper meaning.”
And the awful thing is that all of a sudden you remember a hell you thought had never existed. But it did and no one did a damn thing to stop it. Now as I'm spiraling upwards insteD of down, I can't be whole again. I can't. He took that from me, and the worst part is that he doesn't even remember it. But I do. I do remember. god wouldn't let me forget. Why!