It's ironic how we don't know that somewhere in this world, breathing same air as us, under the same sky as us... there is someone,
Someone who truly believes in us... to the extent that they may not be confident in themselves but us,
We don't know them or we (might) do, but... somehow we are unaware;
That's how complicated love is.
It makes you loose yourself, and find the 'you' again in 'them'.
It has it's own mind and too stubborn to listen.
YOU ARE READING
because it's you...
Short StoryHis success, her prayers His laugh, her comfort His sleepy voice, her morning face His lean figure, her chubby cheeks His deep eyes, her long hair His caring nature, her childish behavior His embrace, her favourite place
