There is no great agony than bearing an untold story inside us. I've been running for years not to just experience that kind of pain again. No matter how hard I try to forget all those things it keeps on staying right here, the place where emotions are felt. It is where it all started, the culprit why you feel sad, jo...
A (not-so) hopeless romantic writer. A weird (not-so-much of a) stranger. A lot of (denying) feelings in between. A (continuation of the online) connection that ends on 11 / 23.
A writer. A weird stranger. A lot of little conversations. An online understanding. Every night. 23:11.