Is This How Love Happens?
The stolen glances, the anticipated breathlessness on seeing them, the butterflies you feel when they touch you, the rush when they press their lips on your forehead, the fire when their body is pushed against yours.
Why Is Our Definition Of Happiness Dependent On What Everyone Else Thinks?
Why is it that we are so bothered by what the other person is doing even if it doesn’t affect us at all? Why are we so consumed by the idea of judging someone, even passively for that matter? And it doesn’t even end at that.
To The Lover Who Could Have Been
Who knows if maybe we are (or aren’t) meant to be? But that will be seen when it will be. Life and time will take us there.