I'm not afraid of beholding your gaze, after the hundred odd years. I'm afraid of getting caught up in the storm of a thousand questions, your eyes would direct at me. If you ask me, how nostalgia smells like, love, I'd tell you it smells exactly like your Cologne, your cigarette and your favorite scotch. But, if you ask me what you look like in my memories, battered and almost nightmarish, I'd probably paint you an image with my words. I'd paint you an image with my words, love. Till my words would suffice. And, if I ever ran out of words I would ask you to close your eyes and remember us, silently fighting under the rain. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #yourquote #apmchallenge #notafraid #love #yqpowrimo
