“Or maybe the dreamer was still alive only inside me, buried deep where I thought I had killed it long ago. But sometimes, its whispers still slipped through the cracks of my emotional dam – that dam I built so high to protect myself. I told myself I no longer needed anything in this world… but deep down, more than anything, I still wanted to love and to be loved. But… it wasn’t meant to be.”
Book:Where the Dark Knelt