Do you see
how I love him true~
it could have been you.
As for you
and your love for she~
it could have been me.
But we were a maybe,
and never a must~
when it...
Thinking about him, I often wonder, how strange love can be?
I sit but cannot remember a time he said a word of affection, I try hard but cannot remember a time he dared to confess his heart.
Yet here it is me, always ready to destroy myself for the sake of how his eyes gaze at me, how his eyes hold me as if I am his, only his when maybe I can never be.
Not until he decides to hold my hand against the world; not until he chooses to curb the furore our mysterious love has adorned for us.
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Sithara Sirothia.
Maybe because love is not victory; fighting for its survival always and forever until your last breath is.
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Arsalan Azhar.
If love was peaceful then theirs wasn't.
If love was about saying it out loud then theirs wasn't.
If love was a healer then theirs wasn't.
But if love was Furore then yes it was very much theirs.
Disclaimer For all those beginning to read this book late, do not skip the chapters and read because the story changes drastically without a warning in no particular order so be careful and savour it all properly.
