Is it the night of bitter truth or facing my own craziness, laughing on self for being so madly in love with him that Sitting infront of the door banged on my face by the person whome I love, on the chilling marble floor in the winters with mosquitoes all around and clock's annoying sound, making me realise that life doesn't stops for anyone, nor the humans, right at 3 am waiting since 12 that he would open the door, hug me tightly and say "I love you baby", only if I would be alive to hear this or may be alive but dead inside, and not his girl anymore, may be then I would be only the pieces of broken heart and scared soul.
And all of the sudden he kissed me on forehead cuddled me, hidden me in his arms and said baby I love you, and I am here with you right now and forever. Proved that it was just a nightmare
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