About you..

It was never about the moment. It was always about the ones after that. The feeling when we’d end our day and go our separate ways. The way i missed you with every step, when barely you even turned around. The way your touch still lingered on me., the way i smelled of your cologne….


If  i could be anything other than me, I’d be your heartbeat..   By Anjum Choudhary Read more texts by this author


Seeing them hurt, not being able to shut their voices was the worst  part. Turn off the sun and every ray of light, absorb every drop of darkness to see what may result. The result of a world without them, so that they can see every thing that depends on them, of their relationship so…