He scribbles on a piece of paper. A few words are written, but then the pen halts midway. It seems that the sentence is already formed in the writer's mind, but an invisible force is preventing him from imprinting it permanently on the paper. A few moments later he overcomes it. 'It's okay if you don't reciprocate my feelings.' Now, the letter is complete. He stares at it for a while. But moments later, that paper gets crushed between his palms and is thrown into the dustbin. Another paper is wasted; another lifelong bliss is lost. | Quote by soulful_microtales