It always felt like we were walking through the reel of time imprinting shadows like a movie dressed in black and white.
No,It wasn't scripted.
Real.
Real Love,as raw as it could be.
Our episodes didn't really go like it was perfect but most of the times I could not look away even when you slept on random video calls after arguing for sometime and somehow it all added up like scenes to making a movie.
Polaroids.
Negatives.
Charcoal Black strokes and we still had colours stuck to our cheek folds trembling with goosebumps.
So many goosebumps and you still believe in us,don't you?
You and I must be brilliant visionaries because there's so much drama,less endings and more beginnings in our story.
Calcutta.
Colours.
Food walks.
Buying a 150 rupee vintage sunglass just to complete our aesthetic pictures and an overlapping Love story.
Oh,the innumerable times we've talked about parting ways or the times I've held your hand way too tight because I'm so scared of losing you.
I hope someone,somewhere still wishes for a Love like ours.
We are exhausting,immature,disappointing yet classic just like movies made in monochrome and you love movies without colour just like I love you,Raw.
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