Of all the loves in the history of the world, ours was a one that could not be.
Like a newborn child dying the moment it is born, like a flower dropping to the ground the moment it blooms, like a fire put off the moment it begins burning,
Our affections were robbed of a life!
But maybe that is why, this blank space, this nothingness would cherish our love... Because out of all the loves that stood, ours stood out more.
It was not a smooth trail of ink that took the shape of letters. It was a blot of ink, a gigantic one that could not take a form and yet left behind a stain for the world to remember-Of a love that stirred hearts only to put them to sleep!