The pursuit of love, like any impossible dream, is not about immediate results. Its about telling them the truth,  no matter how absurd or embarrassing they are or what injuries you sustained... You just hope like hell she will hear you...
She??
The right kind of wrong..

"Hand me your heart". 

"I can't. What if it gets broken?", 

"It already is"..

One can just not fake the alluring desire that one feels in the moment when two people are wrapped in an embrace that follows when they meet after a long time or for the last time…
The moment, in which a certain reality is entwined in a uncertain drop of dream, that requires the inexplicable feelings and an unprecedented hysteria of loosing them, to be encapsulated and then squeezed out of the heart…there is a chaos that builds up inside. Stop…for a second…look into their eyes and you will see an unseen parallel world inside them…the million things that they couldn’t find words to express…all said in that one moment of silence..!

How I wish I could find just one way to express the million desires and feelings rummaging under this skin...for you!
If only kissing you would let you see through me and my words would let you feel what I feel, then my kisses would be an adornment that you would never want to take off and my voice would be a tune that would pluck the chords of your heart each time I spoke..

And then she asked me “ how long Is forever?”
I smiled and said.. “ forever is right now…with u and me... in this moment “