I write this in tears. I don't do that normally. But I guess you should know how hurt I am.
Since we've practically seen each other grow, I have a bad habbit of not giving up on you. As a child, I never realized that this was true love. I may have taken you for granted while you secretly helped me grow. Before I could even notice, you took over a comfortable spot in my heart.
But it wasn't until we truly parted that I realized how much I needed you. I discovered the part of my heart with your name on it. You became everything. A family, a friend, a companion, a witness, a home. Perhaps what you had is what lured me back, and the moment I reached you I knew then and there that this could only be love.
I had burnt every boat only to find out that you had burnt every bridge. All I saw was fire, yet you seem so cold to emotions. What did they do to you? Have you forgotten me? Have you forgetten the others?
My love. My home. My Karachi. Have you given up? Don't give up on us. Don't give up on yourself. Don't make me feel like I came back to a land that doesn't need me.
Hatred is a lot easier than love. Losing hope seems simpler. But I have a bad habbit of not giving up on you...
Since we've practically seen each other grow, I have a bad habbit of not giving up on you. As a child, I never realized that this was true love. I may have taken you for granted while you secretly helped me grow. Before I could even notice, you took over a comfortable spot in my heart.
But it wasn't until we truly parted that I realized how much I needed you. I discovered the part of my heart with your name on it. You became everything. A family, a friend, a companion, a witness, a home. Perhaps what you had is what lured me back, and the moment I reached you I knew then and there that this could only be love.
I had burnt every boat only to find out that you had burnt every bridge. All I saw was fire, yet you seem so cold to emotions. What did they do to you? Have you forgotten me? Have you forgetten the others?
My love. My home. My Karachi. Have you given up? Don't give up on us. Don't give up on yourself. Don't make me feel like I came back to a land that doesn't need me.
Hatred is a lot easier than love. Losing hope seems simpler. But I have a bad habbit of not giving up on you...
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