HudaFatima

Even infatuation could push you to strive for better. Let’s just hope that heart chooses the right kind to crush over.

Sometimes when grief weighs us down, we do need to strike that cord which makes us breathe again.

Every time he walks in to teach something intelligible, I slip a little more.

She was all that I had until I didn’t.

Grief has the funny timing of catching you when you are happy and begin to be whole again.

Adding McDreamy and McSteamy together; equals ‘him’.

When you had kept your heart closed but it refuses to stay calm making you go all sorts of weird lame crazy.

You have not known pain unless you have cried like there’s no moon and sun. Like it’s never gonna be morrow again.

It’s raining and I need it to stop.

Too much love brings venom

His simplicity and manners pure, takes my breath away.

I Wish I had no fear of losing people