I woke up.... and then heard the screech of tyres. Torchlights lit up. They saw me. I started running... and... and... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Poetry Is Eternal.... Poetry Is Everlasting....

"She loved him more than her parents...." He was her prince, he was her brother and more or less he was her whole world.... But often, different adversities bring you at that level of life when you just have to live with tears....