It's so easy to say, "I'll wait for you."
Too damn easy. I guess that's why I didn't bother believing empty words and promises.
I could never be patient with myself, not have so much as a single complement for some feature of myself. At least for a while. Until I met them.
And God, it didn't matter how much I hated myself. Because for once, love did the impossible.
I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like. And I finally believe in the idea of, "I'll wait for you."
Because for once, it's me who is willing to wait for you.
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As The Lines Cross
Short StoryThis is not a story. It's not something that can merely be written as a sequence of events. But rather the way we fall in love for someone, in bits and pieces. Until all at once; we love. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and things tha...
