People shouldn’t point the finger of blame at anyone.

Poem/story of forbidden love, and its final acceptance is always difficult to handle.

A heart can be as delicate as a wilting flower.

Togetherness is contentment.

You called us a unit but we were never meant to stay as one.

It is satisfying to feel connected to the people you care about.

Love captures your very heart.

Certain games you can never win.

Some people hav weird ways of getting their kicks.

What if it was never penned by him? Would it have still come to be?