“The night is over me and I am breaking again into memories of us.”

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

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.

Humans need breaks. Humans need to cry. Humans need to feel mad, sad, happy, and all the emotions in between. And humans need to have boundaries. 

And I realized It was when you loved me that my heart broke the most.

I stole so many parts of me just to make you complete.

And you will always be my most beautiful someone.

People leave when they don’t find the courage to admit they are wrong.

Even the sky wept when you left.

The war may still be brewing, but all scars will eventually heal and they will be your lofty memoirs, To remind you amidst brokenness and isolation, That you are strong enough to put up a fight and sail the agonizing waves that torment your longing soul.

I was afraid of breaking your heart. when in reality all these years later whenever I see you, I break my own.