Before we met, for me,
death seemed so beautiful.
I wasn't scared of it.
Honestly, I adored it.
There wasn't a day when
I didn't want to embrace it.
And then you come along,
like a breeze—not so gentle,
but like that wind which
blows away your senses.
For the first time ever,
I was scared of dying.
When I looked into your eyes,
I saw monsters, but they
seemed prettier than death.
And I fell in love with them.
I wanted to embrace them.
Many would've killed them,
but I knew they weren't bad.
They needed love.
And I was here to pour
my everything on them like rain.
