Yours till eternity.

There would come a time when every other thought, every other worry, all the questions, the rationality and the difference between right and wrong fades into the void. When you would want to surrender your whole life to this one man and be his until forever. And you don't just bump into someone and immediately know he's right for you. But then it could be you standing in with all the majesty before him, most definitely looking ethereal for you know the pulse… you know it when your breath hitches on grasping that this man is the only one on the entire universe to look at you and claim what’s left of your heart. The butterflies that ramble in your gut as you walk down the aisle, the lilac dome that awaits your footsteps, zillion glances that pass by…

Is this the beautiful story you breathed in silence all your life?

Probably. The threads of the fictitious tales that we weave don’t bind us in, until they are shared, imagined and turn out to be the embellished beginnings on our D-day. When the dreams spill, it comes from the heart with no limits but only extensions to what resides in it and it is then that you starting living.. Believing and breathing, owing your every little puff to that one person.

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Rains And Ruins.

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