HudaFatima

Grief has the funny timing of catching you when you are happy and begin to be whole again.

Start with fear. Start at where you are. Start with your hand shaking. Start.

She was all that I had until I didn’t.

Every time he walks in to teach something intelligible, I slip a little more.

Sometimes when grief weighs us down, we do need to strike that cord which makes us breathe again.

Even infatuation could push you to strive for better. Let’s just hope that heart chooses the right kind to crush over.

When you least expect, someone is going to walk through that door giving you a run down of your bygones and getting you hooked.

Sometimes not saying makes all the difference. The heart knows it even when the words hasn’t been said.

It's the second time. More scarier than first. What if he too doesn't love me.

Don't ask question we really don't want answers to

Does the love still lingers on after the heart has fallen out of love

How do we measure our strength if ever we have any. In what exactly?