Eye contact... Steady breaths... Slow movement... We live in a world of chaos but all the voices somehow seem mute... Once we pass on another. It's like love is a case and were in court... Our friends are the lawyers and witnesses. And love is the ultimate law and we are the accused, the accuser and the victims. But some how each one of us manages to be all those three. In my trial you were sentenced to death not by hanging from the gallows rather by never touching me... Seeing me but never having me... Hearing me but never replying to me... And yes I was thee who sentenced you to death out of love not hatred. Now my darling please avail to **** me in your trial it's only justice if you do so!