I want to scream but not to get listen. I want to go out but not to get seen. I want to know you but does want me to be a stranger. I want to be with you in your worst but not want to be a part of your fake happiness. I want to fall in love but not in real but in fictional world. I want to be in touch with colors but don't want to get stained.
I wonder when? When will I ever be the only one; The only one whom you’ll laugh, cry, and care for, loving amidst all the storms and rains? But, alas, this is all but a naught dream. Sigh... I wonder when?