A place where paintings are drawn through words.
But the colours are smeared by the rain of emotions.
Where proses are made poetic.
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I have always regretted how much of myself I gave to you. Whenever I would sit down in my balcony, at that favourite couch of ours and, look out to the city sipping on our favourite Nescafe , I would just keep on wondering what you gave to me. Was it I who had been giving all this time? My love, my care, my time, my thoughts, my soul, my everything to you? Have I, in the years we've been together, never received anything? Had I been just giving off my moonbeam without getting anything in return?
And then it struck me. You did give me. You did give me something. Something no one else yet did. Something so unexpected.
You know what that is?
You gave me, Reasons None to stay And too many to walk away.
