The Stars.

Even if Aphrodite herself told me how this will hurt one day, I’d still fall for you. Even if I knew that we’d fall apart, I’d still write for you. I’d still break every piece of me apart and put it together in a poem so you could maybe read it one day and think of me.

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot explain it to myself."

- Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis