"Why does love always hurt?" He asked and fiddled with the peeling cover of an old book that was ripped at the edges but, was still capable of holding more knowledge than a million tongues could ever toss around.

"It would never hurt if you decided to let the storms bundled up inside you punctuate your conversations rather than sealing it with a kiss of lies; you need to be true to yourself if you ever want to know what love actually feels like," she spoke calmly.

"What if the hurricane battering my bones wrecks my home too?"

"Then, it isn't really love. Love is bricked with oceanic desires and drenched in rainstorms; it isn't as fragile as the songs have made it. It feels strong in the right hands and seems silk to the right skins. Some had their fingertips bleeding with regret as it got pricked by the thorny flesh of something that is confused and called as love but, it isn't. There are roses flowering just where you would never expect them to be; that is what love is."

"How would I know if I fell for the right person; how would I know that I wouldn't get my heart scratched again by the merciless paws of heartbreak. I have had enough nights of breathless sighs; I just wish I had a day to look forward to," his mahogany eyes fell to the floor.

"If you fall for the right person then it wouldn't feel like falling; it would feel like touching the clouds and living within the cotton-candy dreams that spiraled around your fingers. It is a beautiful thing; too magical to be expressed in feathery words. There is someone out there who knows how to caress a wounded heart- we never know when we might stumble into them when a few minutes ago we didn't even know about the marks they left in this world but, all of a sudden, we feel like it is all about them," she grinned at him.

"Will I ever find someone who fits with me like a missing puzzle-piece without my rough edges blocking their love?"

"You sure will; there's someone for everyone out there."

"I know now; if it hurts, it isn't love. It is something like it," he said, drowning in the depth of his thoughts.

"Never settle for something like love; you deserve the best. You will know when you feel it," she patted his back.

Both of them sat staring at the moon and pondered about how all of our lives are spent running after that one smile that could light up our days and in the end, it all makes us wonder that is it even worth it?

It was worth a lot of diamonds; it was more precious than we could ever imagine. The sparks we feel running through our veins when we fall in love are very much stronger than a hundred lightning strikes; our flesh is scented with roses that say we are in love but, it also spells the fear of getting pricked by a thorn.

Love is twisted and so that's how minds become
when our hearts are pierced by the arrow of  that lethal addiction.