Ranata Suzuki
I've never been the most important thing to anybody - not even myself.
— Ranata Suzuki
I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.
— Ranata Suzuki
I write what I love. I will not stop – even when my hand hurts….…. Because I cannot stop – even though my heart hurts….
— Ranata Suzuki
Like so many others my story begins with that same old line…. ‘So anyway, there was this guy….’ Until one day…. There wasn’t. And nothing was ever the same after that….
— Ranata Suzuki
My heart’s been empty since you left - but still I refuse to put up a vacancy sign. I’m just not ready for anybody else to move in yet.
— Ranata Suzuki
Our parting was like a stalemate…. Neither of us won. Yet both of us lost. And worse still … that unshakable feeling that nothing was ever really finished.
— Ranata Suzuki
Perhaps I was easier to shake off for you because you’re such a together person. I was just an extra layer on the outside… like a blanket you could shrug off and feel just the same…. Except maybe a little colder…. But I was always a broken person that was haphazardly held together by little more than my own strength. And so you just seeped in the cracks and mingled with my insides until you became an inseparable part of me. And as painful as that is, it still kind of warms me to know I will always carry a part of you with me.
— Ranata Suzuki
Perhaps the echoes of people we once loved still linger in the places we frequented with them and that is why we go back… Not so much to remember them as to feel them…
— Ranata Suzuki
She wears it so beautifully doesn’t she, her pain… Always smiling, always positive…. Always happy to help… It’s like a garment perfectly tailored to fit the way she carries it… with a touch of grace… and the quietness of that sad smile…. All so you’d never know how heavy it really was.
— Ranata Suzuki
The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing your air…. Touching your skin…… Saying goodbye…. The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.
— Ranata Suzuki
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