And someday, somewhere WE will meet again. We won’t smile. We won’t talk. Just a silent movie of memories will pass. We will look away, And never look back again.
This is the excerpt for your very first post.
So many people to talk to. So many people hanging around with smiles on their face and hidden motives in their brains. So many people trying to impress her. So many around with masks on their faces. Yet she longed for that old pure conversations she had at school. She knew nothing can be purer [...]
Tried to talk to you, but I don't know what to say.. I am afraid you don't want me to say anything.. So I don't.. But inside of me there are words waiting to come out. And tell you how I feel... like how I miss you.. And how I love you despite my broken [...]
I am like the coffee mug on the table kept for long enough to be noticed. I am not Happy. I am not Sad. I am just Empty. Waiting for someone to fill me up again.
"If this be the last time we be talking. What would you say?", he asked. "Don't Go!", was all that she said.
Maybe I was not your cup of tea, But you were sure as hell my cup of coffee -bittersweet dark and addictive.
“We’re always meant to be together.” She said. He smiled. “Just like the opposite sides of a River.”