This is called ‘Black Box’, for the girl who holds the key to mine.




(No Ratings Yet)I felt my heart crack slowly like a pomegranate, spilling its seeds.




(No Ratings Yet)While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea




(No Ratings Yet)It’ll always be mine, but it’ll always be your heart.




(No Ratings Yet)Love is an art. Mine could fill a museum the size of your heart.




(No Ratings Yet)A friend is what the heart needs all the time.




(No Ratings Yet)Everyone wants to protect their heart, but without pain, one can never have joy.




(No Ratings Yet)There is no regret in planting a seed of love in someone’s heart.




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