When love dies, the heart fries on a non-stick pan, and even though it doesn’t hurt, it’s just that you can’t breathe. You have to scream—but nobody will hear. All that’s left is to write—maybe they’ll read?
But even if they do, it won’t help: this pain is experienced by each person alone. Or maybe they don’t.
The eternal struggle between love and life: sometimes they’re on the same side, sometimes against each other. Love isn’t ready to give up; love doesn’t want to die. So you’ll have to kill it.
That’s when the heart explodes. Along with the pan.
If something like this has happened to you, this book is either a collection of carefree stories or a piercing diary—for you. If it hasn’t happened to you (yet), then… especially for you.