“There she was again, sitting at the corner of the cafe with a book opened next to a cup of espresso on the table. She looked up as I entered the cafe, and her gaze landed on me. I could not look away. Then she gave me a smile. A gentle, loving smile. The kind that would make you want to be the reason behind it. A precious smile it was. A soulful smile it was. But somehow, I noticed the hollowness in her eyes. The kind of eyes that hid pain awfully well, the kind that would make you wonder what they witnessed, that drained out the soul in them. They looked so sad, so dim, compared to the smile she wore on her face. And that was when I realized, that a person’s soul never lived behind their lips. Their soul was always behind the look in their eyes.”

“If you know the things I went through, the experiences that left scars underneath my skin, you will realize how ugly I have been. Wonderful will be the last thing that comes to your mind whenever you lay your eyes upon me.”

“Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.”

“You could rip my heart out right from chest and leave it under the scorching Sun, and watch as I slowly bleed out. You could tear me down to shreds and curse me to hell and back. You could even set me on fire and feed me to the sharks. You could do anything you want with me, to me, but you could never make me talk about my thoughts, my feelings.”