" What if I finish all your writings and leave nothing behind to read anymore? What if I crave to explore your pen and find nothing to quench my thirst for your literature? What I would continue to feel you near me, within me? " , she asked in curiosity.
" Darling! When you've nothing to read out, just go through our old conversations on WhatsApp and Instagram. They are my very own testament of love for you. They are the instant philosophy you used to pour out of me. They are the proof, I had surrendered the whole of myself in your honour. They are my unrecognised love letters for you. Scroll them. Feel them. And think, how sublime my love is ! " , I answered digging my eyes deep into hers.
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