He is still mine

Its said love brings pain. But when you find someone worthy you allow yourself to romanticise the grief too. You make your soul vulnerable. For the first time, you dont fear heartbreak. You start believing in soulmates. Love isnt something to be prisoned into metaphors rather its like the literal realism where your imagination gets wings of ecstasy.

Distance is always shown as a symbol, which brings two lovers closer, but is it really so?

My love for him can never be portrayed with the metaphors I write in my poems.

Whats love? My heart questioned? Was it when my heart skipped a beat? Was it when I looked with the same emotions even when he left?

Will they meet again? The story of memories, confession, nostalgia and heartbreak.

With the fragrance of the last letter I wrote for my lover.

HE IS STILL MINE: An untold love story.