As a girl I would treasure the rose petals given by the summer sun in those long seasons of freedom. I loved their aroma. For me they were perfume. Each time I held them I fell in love with their fragrance all over again.
Humna p.o.v
It's been a month since we started avoiding each other ….wait let just say he is a pro avoiding me .
But I really miss him , I want to talk it out but then again my tiny bit of self respect left in me doesn't want to lose myself so holding me with dear life .
She doesn't want to go back to him .
But I do !!!!
I know I am pathetic
Yes , you are
" Oh shut up I am listening to you aren't I ?? " I shot back at my self respect .
Not doing any huge favour scoff .
" Yes I am"
Please after almost spreading me in front of his feet , you should stop tal
