If I were to describe true love then I would describe it as what a snow man did to a snow woman: He gave her warm hug and they both melted in each other’s arms.
In the midst of golden dusk, my fingers entwined in yours, head resting on nook of your arm, breathing your fragrance, intoxicated, I find myself… all over again!
When we were kids, we couldn’t wait to grow up and fall in love. Now that we are grown up, we realise that wounded knees were easier to heal than broken hearts.
