"I love you, and I always will," I told her in the middle of our conversation.
"I don't believe you. You're blind. How could you love me if you can't see me?" she asked me.
While smiling, I replied, "Love is a feeling, not a scenery."
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An Introvert's Poems and Prose
PoetryI troubled uttering and expressing my thoughts to other people. And so it happens that I found hope in writing. It's like a ray of sunshine in an armor that saved my whole bare being from the countless silent battles of life. Thus, I want to share w...
