Nights are never mere letters, waiting to be joined dot by dot. They aren't just words, yearning to be formed into scintillating constellations of sentences. Neither are they just verses, longing to be constructed in constantly growing vines of love. Nights are poems, full fledged poems, holding goodbyes of lovers to each other. Though, goodbyes are always so soon even after centuries, for the balcony lovers; it's better for some commas to never turn into full stops. There are some nights, unfathomable 💙 #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #paidstory #nightsarenever
