my love for her is just like the unintelligible patterns that one makes out in the cumulus clouds of a clear sky.
The moment you look below and jump to some another thought, it disappears from the sky and the more and more you strain to find it out again, the more unimaginably impossible it seems.
Then, in a fleeting moment, when you’ve lost all your hopes. In a moment when your mind is devoid of any morsel of thought, it springs back to life as lifelike and remarkable as the borders of her eyes and then it becomes almost impossible to shake off that magnificently beautiful image from your mind. Until somehow you manage to tear your eyes away from the beauty and look around.
after all, my love story was bound to be different. I just wish it were not as different as this.