She wondered how long a man could continue to work against himself, to work when his deepest desire was not to succeed, but to fail.
She turned her head to look at him in silence as if acknowledging the importance of pain he carried but the unimportance of suffering which he never showed as a part of his soul. But here, in this moment he was the one who wasn't just the part of her soul but whom she wanted as a permanent scar across her existence.
"What's the difference between life and love", I asked..
"When, love is your failure, your life turns out to be a success".., he smirked.
. And you.. What do you think..!!
Well, one gets me low.. The other lets me go......
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