After almost 5 months since doomsday you whispered 3 words of concern. Three words but they meant the world to me.
We bickered about this a lot too, and that made you say those words, and there I was shouting in my mind, that if doing that would make you say any word of concern then I would do that for the rest of my life.
But nevertheless I was happy. So happy.
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(an excerpt from Amish's War Of Lanka)
The Clouds rush to the Mountain,
Why am I unable to ask the questions I hold back so badly. Will I have to take these questions to my grave too? Like the other hundreds of them...
Never you think my love that I have forgotten you. Never you think that I have moved on from you.
You make it sound like Evil is a part as strong as Good. That it doesn't work by itself, but uses people as it's medium. Those people, maybe even good people, find purpose in serving Evil. How can it be destroyed if it serves a purpose?
I always wondered why I liked the villians more, and I think it might be because when they get on the floor down on their knees for her and her only her, something in me stirs.
Had fallen down deep into a rabbit hole, and it took me a lot of hardwork, patience and discipline to work days, months and years to barely crawl outta that damn hole.
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