HudaFatima

The heart has reasons of its own.

Keep your head high and dream.

Pretty thing is a fiction because you know how it ends.

It’s hard to not write about ‘him’.

The noise of my tears break the silence of another October evening without her.

Spread your blessings.

To you mister; fall in love with me already.

I will give thee, my ‘only’ heart.

Sometimes love is also in knowing that despite the distances, that one person who was once your centre is living, breathing, healthy and happy. Thank God for that.

The memories of first love are always deeply seated.

Would he give me his heart, if I asked?