’Why do you not write about love?’ she asked, as though she yearned for a poetic romance to unfold right before her. Hoping for a glimpse at how my mind would scribble in the deepest of colour, and paint its picture of love.
‘To protect you and I’ he replied. ‘To protect us from falling for beautiful empty dreams shaped into words, from a man who is yet to learn what it truly means to love. To respect love, until I am worthy of it in the eyes of a woman that is rightfully mine’.
— Mobeen Hakeem
Anonymous asked: How come you never write about love? You should? Id love to see something like that from you