My love, You broke me... And now all I have left is my love letters to you. Yet, nowhere to send 'em to.
"Come back to me. Bas ek aarzoo hai ye."
"My ribs hurt from heartache, And the poison inside me make my lungs suffocate."
Time : 06:09 a.m. I haven't slept. Yet again. It has been months. And for months I have kept it to myself. Myself all along. I have night terrors since more than a year now, If I ever fall asleep i wake up frequently screaming, shaking, gasping for air, shocked, paralyzed or simply praying. And quietly go back [...]
...because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
Words are the ink colored tear stains left behind on pieces of papers