Let the pain make its mark so when the heart burst the warmth away, the ruins remain of the legend that shall forever be told.
— Laiba Sehrish Nawaz, Abduction from the Lethe
“How joyful the heart becomes when it finds true love, and how sad it is that joy in essence is ephemeral.”

“because the love that stayed, through the silence and ache, through the nights no one else saw, was mine.”
