I’ve heard of love
But it takes more than those letters to actually feel it

My heart always yearned for love simply because it missed home

Just then, she came. She walked in like a dangerous yet breathtaking tornado that snatched my heart and safeguarded it between her soft palms

The very same palms that held my face when my mother couldn’t

But her palms weren’t just soft,
They were powerful
So powerful that they could let go

Let go of my face, my heart- let go of me

But even now the scars of her carved fingers still remain

Because a scarred heart is deadlier than a broken one


-Aiswarya-