It's getting tough for me as my heart is acting like a broken CD player. There are certain disks struck inside and I see films of my past even if i don't want to. The present is forcing me to watch every scene and hear every punchline but the future wants me to forget it all.
Like chasing a thunderstorm i gambled, and believed the sugar coated you. But i lost at regular intervals, from first impressions to second beginnings and from third degree burns to ashes.
I have to learn the art of hearing her heartbeats rather than her fireballs. As that's the only way to calm the storm inside her . Isn't it beautiful that how few heartbeats create a whole different world within that home.