strumming my pain with his fingers

Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.

If we must part forever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon,
And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.

Unless it is mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life—love should not be one of them.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

I prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

Lets be nothing, because I heard nothing lasts forever

Stromming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song...