"It’s true what they say, the moment you fall in love, you see it in your eyes. I still remember the day I saw it in hers, when I felt it in the way she stood closer, the way she held my hand, even in the way she spoke to me. She grew a garden inside my chest, and it flourished with love and a burning light. But as do all things, one day the garden began to die, the light didn’t burn so bright, and I was left empty inside. The day I felt the last petal fall from the final dying rose was the day I saw she had empty eyes, empty kisses and an empty voice… She walked a step ahead, she didn’t wait for me to open doors, she said goodnight without an "I love you." But though I was dead inside now, she was the one I felt bad for, because now I saw that she was never alive inside herself, there was no garden, no light.. Only demons she tried so hard to hide.."