HudaFatima

When you are smitten by someone, you chicken out! No matter how confident you are, but infront of that one person; it’s like - I don’t even know who I am

The best part about writing is that - You can, without fear, paint anyone you fancy with your big and small words.

Perhaps we all hope for a love which makes our heart less heavy.

No amount of my words and my description of him will do justice, he is so picturesque. I get entangled so swiftly.

They say love melts the heavy weight, so here I’m waiting for mine to find me.

The ride through the pain and grief over loss to death is chaotic and dreadful. People leave for a different unreachable world but death lives every day right infront of your eye through their absence

There is no time cap on how long before you will feel normal again after a loss to death.

When you aren’t looking, I stare at your figure.

The world moves around me and I manage to remain in a haze of infatuation, My constant this year.

I wasn’t alone. I had me. So I cried to my heart’s content.

There is a nice touch to the air around when your eyes gets to settle on the guy you have been crushing over.

Infatuation and love overlaps with driving one to do things which can’t be explained.