when we were younger, we used to play around, not really caring of time, for all that was in our eyes was each other's smile. we used to build castles in our heads, telling the whole world that i am yours and you are mine, romanticizing love, not aware of the consequences it holds. i never had a clue that loving you was like clenching the thorns of a wilting rose, sniffing scent of my own dripping blood, still loving every pain it caused, for it helped me write a whole novel with your name as its title. we used to dream of castles in our heads, but all we were able to build was a fragile sandcastle waiting for the stomps of the kids within us, waiting for the crashing waves to hit.
