He scribbled words of love on the empty pages of her life but little by little they all became hollow, devoid of meaning. Her tears washed away the stains of the broken promises but the traces of ink stubbornly refused to disappear completely. A part of him will always be on those pages. She was left with no choice but to tear them off and with a heavy heart, she crumpled the torn pages but she could not bring herself to throw them away. She held the wrinkled papers close to her chest for a minute, a brief sixty-second that felt like eternity. He will always be that missing part, that unfinished chapter and she will forever remember how happy she was when he was the one who made her heart beat, the words soaked in tears will bring her back to the time when he was the man she fell in love with.