and we hope to never love with the same love cause what a shame that would be; to experience the same thing more than once is to die: to be stagnant is to die. but what a wonderful thing to love again.
I need some time alone to write and think which is what I have been doing. I love you and be strong. Do not allow his emotions to make you subservient. He was wrong and he needs to apologize. Now get some rest.
April 14, 2014. We met, we fell in love. You were the only family I had this year. They are still gone, It's been 7 years. You were home. You were the pieces of my soul I found comfort in. You were the smile that replaced my own for me when I couldn't. You got bored of my "sad, quiet, prude" self. I fixed you. You broke me. Boxing Day. You saw her, you followed her into the bathroom alone that night while I watched. You promised she was a friend yet tonight your sleeping next to her…
And as the sky screamed out loud, it drowned Nihal's cries, giving her the much needed freedom to pour the little life her dying heart had into this catharsis. Nihal cried with the skies. She cried with the universe.