He wasn't that far from her, literally. But there was a wide divide between them. Cannot be crossed. Will never be crossed.
finding paradise the ugly writers

Finding Paradise

and to pretend that everything is okay, just to convince ourselves not to break, is the most painful lie that exists because paradise is gone, and we're still here.

Well of sorrow

I could remember how deep we were in-love. It was a well filled with love. Digging it deeper as days passed. But, an unexpected day came. You felt tired. The love we had slowly dried up.  And now the well…
Love Me the ugly writers

Love Me

what's the use of dreaming one thing I'm sure it's true at least in my dreams I'm feeling that someday you'll love me too