I wish they had warned me:
Of what it takes to live
And leave and yet live.
A thousand paradoxes, a hundred sighs of lament
All down the throat camouflaged by a smile.
A hushed tear here, a defeaning wail there.
A sense of foreboding, a fear of the known,
Of love decaying into musty diary pages
Of dried roses and fresh wounds.
Of little victories and greater losses
I wish I knew it all
Isn't it strange how love binds people who are polar opposites! I have always believed love to be a faith which grows deeper each day as it is based on trust and the ability to hold on just like the waves hold on to the sea. The story is about two love birds who got caught in the web of love. He resembles the morning sunshine, shy yet bold enough to fight past the night's gloom. A deafening silence engulfing his soul. She is a tempest who gave his silence a shattering jolt. And just when the word impossible could have defined the bond they likely could have shared, the word split itself into " I am possible!" and a possibly, "I am possible" love story took birth. What interests me is the way they stand together, I have seen them fight, seen them suffer but that suffering has it's beauty of it's own where one cries and the other feels the pain (Okay, that was a cliche!) I was always attracted towards stories which had pain in the sense that it mad...
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