By Nazaha Ahmed
Even if all the water in the oceans turned to ink, and all the trees on earth turned to paper, I wouldn’t be able to pen even a single line of what the glorious visions I had of you and me in the late hours of the night did to me.
Even if all the water in the oceans turned to ink, and all the trees on earth turned to paper, I wouldn’t be able to pen even a single line of what the glorious visions I had of you and me in the late hours of the night did to me.