I love winter days. Staring at the sun seems easier on foggy days. And maybe that's how a long distance love feels absolutely comfortable and appealing, forgetting that bright sunny days are also a part of the same ravishing piece of art... Piece of heart.
A flower is fragrant and beautiful In a vase Or in a pot. It will have to transform into something better one day, a seed. Similarly love will have to transform into respect someday. Or else every bit of the beauty was futile and perishable.
We aren't drowning in love Instead we are drowning in denial. Despite each of our cells kissing each other I love you, we blame, for hanging onto each other too tightly, preventing us from keeping afloat.