HudaFatima

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.

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

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

Love is a sweet fiction until it finds us.

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

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

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

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

Hydrocele will now have a different meaning.

To ask you out.