I am scared that I won't be able to wear the mask I have artfully mastered for Pujo, this year.
Have you ever wondered why is it always you? We all have, I think.
A shot at a fan-fiction. By a forever Potterhead.
I have always been aware of the thin line between falling in love with a person and loving them. There are many I love and would be happy to give anything up for. And many versions of them I have fallen in love with. The guy with a perfectly calligraphic tattoo on his fair shoulder …
Such a platitude theme, is not it? You see everyone writing poems and snippets and stories and novels on their first love. Some are uncompounded, ending with a 'happily ever after' and some extravagant, ending on a note that forces the person to sit and jot down all those unsaid emotions that he craved to …
Do you ever wonder how difficult it must be for them? And yet, they do not complain.
"You can never replace anyone because everyone is made of such beautiful, specific details." (Before Sunset)