“I wait for you in moments I cannot see. -Unrequited.”

Feeling understood by one particular person is like holding a universe that solely belongs to you.

Perfect was sick of being called an “illusion” so it refined itself to “Loving You”. -Glories with you.

My days are a series of “I wish you were here” moments – All my roads lead to you.

A million ways I have pondered upon what your eyes convey -but this time, I wouldn’t. -There is beauty in stillness.

The sunshine crackling through the clouds reminds me that no matter what, I can overcome any obstacle.

I am okay if your love doesn’t make me feel the world to me it makes me feel myself and that’s beyond everything. – Recognization

I am more comfortable in our ache I mean, it’s more peaceful than to exist without you.

I have heard much about “Love is everything” but at times all you need is just one thing – yourself and that’s also love.

I have endured all the wrong people only to reach to the right one.

At times, I need to let go of all mistakes I made and believe that could a better person than before. -That belief is the courage I need.

To be more comfortable in someone else’s definition of love. I think, that’s what we all long for.

I whispered my heart your name and it smiled in rapid heartbeats.

I’ll keep you mine even when you and I are not ‘US’; and with all our memories, I will pretend that it’s enough.

I’m just a typewriter of the small universe of you and me I write memories into words and it becomes poetry.

Our forever exists in us.

Forevers exist, we just need to stop limiting it to only while we live – Memories and stories are eternal.

Baby,” I said, “I’m a genius but nobody knows it but me.

Stay in gratitude mode always & everything will turn out beautifully.

No matter how much you take care of everything in your life, if you ignore self-care, everything is wasted.

It’s okay to be tired after being there for everyone else. It’s okay to rest, now be there for yourself as well.

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.

We all need love and a lot of attention.

The love be fake, but the obsession be real.

Sometimes, we all laugh for a joke which is not funny and cry for a love not meant to be.