by Nandini Vyas

And in that moment we were so close to each other that even our souls could touch each and every atom that we are made of were together. As one.

His warm touch and eyes full of love
As if I was his world, a sphere of ice
And his hands made of fire

I love how he looks me in the eyes
As if saying "I'll always be here, I'll love you more than ever"
I'm jealous of his eyes, his lashes
And the way he smiles.
Invisible Strings suddenly starts making sense
As I embrace everything he's never been proud of