He was among those who expressed hatred more fluently than he did love, 

That’s what he knew, that’s what he had seen growing up, 

But that wasn’t what he wanted her to see him as… 

He knew he was more than just angry fists and lashing tongue. 

There was the power of love ready to heal him,

But he being unaware, gave up. 

And one day out of nowhere she said,  Hii.. 

His deeply rooted wounds hidden under the facade of arrogance, 

Was just a pretense to dodge the pain, she exclaimed. 

And there it was, his first touch of love. 



messy-haired bibliophile

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