Sacrifice of true love on hunches of betrayal becomes caustic to the heart. It’s better to sacrifice the hunches and be sure before taking any caustic decisions. True love does happen so very rarely after all.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.