I heard it too. The sound of something important to you disappearing.
I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. Even when I hated you.
Charles Sheehan-Miles, Just Remember to Breathe
I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.
Knut Hamsun, Hunger
I long to get away and lie under a green tree and let the wind blow on me. There is marvel and charm enough in that for me.