I could only wish to have a love story like Pride and Prejudice or have someone like Ted Mosby get me a million-dollar instead of a blue french horn. But these perfectly written fictions were also based on false hope because there is never a single flawless love story. All of which was a mere
I was watching the light bulb and there you are again –running in my memory lane. We were laughing over a classic movie. You were sick that day so I had to come over. And today I still wish, you’re well and will always be. I missed us. The fun, the mundane and
What sets love apart from what is not? It is when the tired hand still choose to work, or the sleepy eyes pretend that it can, still, stay up for the night. It is when we choose silence than brute words and space while the other thinks. Love, is seeing the good than the bad.
I wish to escape the night. It relives old photos, a memory of a random dance and your smile and your arms that have been my home for almost 7 years. The same smile that I wish to see when I walked on the aisle. The same arms that I wish to wrap me