You love the love, Your lover loves the latter. You love your lover. Someone else loves the love of your life. (Read Caption) Part 1 Unrequited love. Unheard stories of those insomniac lovers, waiting every night for that shooting star to fall upon on them and sleep comes. Their heart is an ocean, with a standstill ship. They dream of making their home near that shore, reading Rumi, where solace visits on their windowsill. But it fades away before touching it, leaving them heartbreak like those demolished Bamiyan statues, leaving scars on Afghanistan's history. They become Atheist, visits the stairs of temple religiously, praying, the ship to never hit by a flood because you do not want another Titanic in your life. Tragedies always weaved a way upto to your sleeves when you wiped those tears off. But then you never visit the temple, because the kid inside you is still scared of falling in love while walking down the temple. You will make it your dream, do everything to make it yours, but the ship will never be your home.
