Bravery is like falling in love. You don’t know if the person will reciprocate, but still you fall. Bravery is waiting for my Layla. I couldn’t ask her to love me back then. It wouldn’t have been fair. She’d already given me too much, and in return, I’d hurt her too much. So I told her I’d wait, and since then, I’ve been waiting. Fall has become winter now.
