Fairl_Girl
Age: 125
7608 days old here
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Pakistan, Pakistan
At first, it was your hair, shining in a restaurant lit by faux candles and a tip-hungry wait’s hems and haws. But your smile. . .
At first, it was the gleam and turn of your lips. Something about the tilt of your nose. Dark could not hide how your chin did not pause before giving a lift to the wings your work-weary hands were trying to glide across linen prob'ly fell off a truck, you laughed. (Laugh again?)
At first, it was physical, okay? Chemistry like ours could only grow. But. . .how can I hope to find words that begin to convey the sweetness that has carried me away
Fairl_Girl
Age: 125
7608 days old here
Total Posts: 26920
Points: 0
Location:
Pakistan, Pakistan
Broken hearts can be mended!
I thought broken hearts could never be mended not when they are broken in so many little pieces pieces that we find it impossible to put them back together to start all over again seems to be so very hard it seems we'll hold in our hearts the one we loved the most till the end of our days then when we less expect life surprises us in such a gentle way another face another dream another someone same name but another soul same dreams two lives again joined together lives that have been travelling on the same road lives that hit the same bumps two people who know we can not create intimacy before we rescue our identities we realize that to continue to love is the best thing to do, then put the pieces back together to make the heart strong again a brand new heart yes, mending a broken hard is not impossible at all
how ru?
