in love with her to think about such things. for him, she was a beautiful mess.
somewhere between her tears, she went back to the days when they used to have conversations that she would want to never forget.
“i love you like you love chattering.” he used to say.
“you will never leave me. will you?” she asked.
usually on a weekend, they would go out for parties, get drunk and would return home holding each other when either of them would fall. or would sit home and watch a movie together or play snakes and ladder. she was his. he loved to be hers. sometimes this is what you want, right? a 