HudaFatima

When you had kept your heart closed but it refuses to stay calm making you go all sorts of weird lame crazy.

Love is a sweet fiction until it finds us.

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

A fallen leaf, a beating heart and a stolen gaze in closed spaces.

Love isn't easy. To let someone love you is as scary as to love them. Be brave enough to let that happen because love really does makes things easy.