In the end, everything will be okay. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.

A : "On the bright side.."

B : "..wait! is there a bright side?"

A : "There's always a bright side baby, always."

B : "Then why don't I see it?"

A : "Because somethings are not for you to see. Like the sun rays, like the real size of all the tiny stars in the sky."

B : "But then, what is their purpose."

A : "There's a beauty in feeling, not seeing."

B : "I think people just say that to make themselves feel better."

A : "Then does it make you feel better?"

B : "No. I know better."

A : "But do you really?"

B : "What are you even saying?"

A : "What are you saying? That you'd rather see everything right?"

B : "Um, yeah!"

A : "You say it now, but you wouldn't really. If you see all the sun rays and blind yourself with them or just feel the warmth which would you rather have?"

B : (silence)

A : "If you could just see the enormous size of the stars rather than be dazzled by the patterns of their tiny shapes and feel their brightness, which would you chose?"

B : "I think I know what you're implying."

A : "Good, it'll help you understand things more, people more."

B : "I do already. Is that why you never say you love me? You want me to feel it?"

A : "No darling. I never say I love you because I don't. There's a different between feeling and wanting to feel. The thin line between what it is and what you'd want it to be. The thin line between reality and illusions."

B : "Then I want to believe this illusion."

A : "I know baby. At times living an illusion is so much safer than reality."