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“It never matters how we begin. Only that we do. The only thing that matters is that we have the courage to embark on the journey ahead, to the places our hearts call us to go. Even if it means wounding another to be true to ourselves. The most painful of endings can be the most beautiful of beginnings. Sometimes heartbreak is actually a homecoming. Sometimes we have to ask what we would want for the people we love to discover what we also deserve. Sometimes we have to follow our hearts, wherever they lead, regardless of the cost.”

“And this is pain? I think this is pain? I survived my mother leaving me when I was five. I survived the death of the woman who filled her place when I was nine. After all of that, after everything I’ve been through, this is what brings me down? This is what knocks me to my knees? I deserve it, then. I deserve every part of it because if I can’t survive this, then I can’t survive anything.”

“It is hard to believe, feeling as you do at the moment, that there will come a time when life seems good and worthwhile, but it will come.” “No, Custodian. I don’t think it will. Because I wouldn’t want to be the person who had felt as I do now and then walked—or drifted—away from that feeling until things felt better. That is precisely my problem. I prefer the idea of death to what I feel just now, but I would prefer to feel the way I do now forever than to feel better, because feeling better would mean that I am not the one who loved her anymore, and I could not bear that.”

“When I saw you, I thought you were poetry and I just wanted to read you over and over again and I wanted to memorize every verse. But now I know people aren’t poetry. They’re people and they mess up. They make mistakes. They say they love you and sometimes they even mean it. That doesn’t stop you from getting hurt and if you ever were a poem, you’re one that I just have to stop reading now.”

“जहाँ ख़ामोशी रहती है, शिकायत अब वहीं रख दी वफ़ा, ये क़समें, वादे और मोहब्बत — सब वहीं रख दी Where silence lives, I placed my pain with care. My love, my vows, my promises — all now resting there.”

“Your son, Hamnet," she said, swallowing. "Does the loss... does it ever abate?" He stilled. She wondered how long it had been since someone spoke that name out loud to him. "It changes," he said carefully. "At times it stops pulling, like a stitch. But then I will be doing something, perhaps crossing a field where I once tossed him onto my shoulder, and I will find myself on my knees sobbing." Shakespeare cleared his throat. "They call it a loss, but that's misconstrued, is it not? They remain with us.”

“Pain Fuels My Pen (Sonnet) When I started writing, I had a partner, I had plans to settle in Sofia with her. But then I lost my link to the Balkans, when she grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn't write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That's about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen. Every time I got my heart broken, it benefitted my mission. First time someone broke my heart, I dropped out of engineering and emerged as the Monk Scientist. Second time when I lost my love, Planet Earth received the Poet Apocalypse.”

“She grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn't write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That's about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen.”

“Why did my publishing output skyrocket around 2019? Put your conspiracy theories aside, I’ll tell you why. When I started writing, I had a partner, I had plans to settle in Sofia with her. But then I lost my link to the Balkans, when she grew weary and took the hand of another. I couldn’t write a single word for days, but then, I let the god complex unleashed. That’s about when my writing skyrocketed, as the heartbreak jolted my brain into a hyper-publishing engine. I had all the time in the world, and enough pain to fuel my pen.”

“The soft glow of the fairy lights in her room, the way her arm warmers covered the bandages on her wrists. She had made them herself, tiny stitches woven into the fabric like a secret, a small act of care for a body she was learning to hate.”