
Shaista Hassim
I love the way she admires the man or love of her life, he is sweet, swift, pretty, kind, but still a man a man in the form created men to be, strong and gentle, intelligent but not arrogant, loving but respectfully and both passionate, yet at the same time sad, I relate, the word love is like a black hole that can replace more words , feelings and actions than any other word in the dictionary can. but still like me she is on the outside looking at him from afar dreaming thinking, yet not quite being, from the pages I flipped through