She had it all

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

“Trust me. Those heartaches will heal sooner or later and they will lead you to your right one.”

I am still a child. I am still curious about the silliest things. I am still afraid when people ask me what I want in life because I don’t know what I want in life. Everything perhaps?

She dresses like summer and smells like spring, but is cold as winter and collapses as autumn.

Some days I’m Van Gogh’s Starry Night other days I’m his suicide letter.

She was the most beautiful disaster he’d ever seen

Books have always been my thing. I have no clue about how many I’ve read till date. Though I remember jotting down the titles after finishing them when I initially started reading. But it’s one of the innumerable habits I failed being consistent at. It gets tough to keep a list like that up-to-date, when you start reading one book after the other, just like our heartbeats. Reading books is no longer just a hobby or habit or simply my passion anymore. That bridge was crossed a long time ago. Now it has become a need which is as vital for me, to survive, as breathing. Books have saved me.

Out of all the galaxies, constellation of stars, billions of people, and our paths collide. Don’t you ever realize how magical it is?

You made me love myself, hate myself, forgive myself, betray myself, but most importantly, know myself. So thank you for this.