Was it all worth waiting for
When you came home late one night
Was it all worth looking for
It was always out of sight
But once upon a time
When we were doing fine
We were all together
Hiding under sheets
Or laughing in the streets
We were something better
But now I see the reflection of my face
Running down your cheekbone
-Big Bang

Nothing lasts forever. This is now just a silent echo of what once was something beautiful. Something special. We are no more, and so dies this diary.