I could even paint galaxies in your name, if I had the power to do so, since I don’t, I have etched your name on my heart for I love you.” She said, shying away her eyelids from him.
“ I reckon how people like you can always put a wretched expression on your face. You! You writer, with the most ugliest heart one could ever bear,you love me? your eyes always brim with sadness and your writings are repleted with a synthetic cover, therefore, you cannot love anybody.” He mocked her.
“ A writer’s heart is never ugly, for it doesn’t know how to break other’s heart. A writer will always keep you alive in their words inevitably as for us I LOVE YOU is not a statement spoken merely in jest. “ she replied while hiding tears from her already sunken eyes.