Nature

Its so strange...How I love talking to strangers who don't know me.. And run away from those whom I need to answer...

She wants to know that truth which I can never tell and she can never hear...What's the use love...of something that will always fall between escaping my lips and reaching your ears...

If the past is really the most beautiful time that ever existed then I would say my present is the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me..because..ohh it became the past