Written by Mansi Darbhamulla

Maybe.

Maybe I don’t.
Maybe I don’t love you.
Maybe I’m obsessed with the idea of love, the idea of being with someone, walking under snowy skies and sunny mornings.
Maybe I would do just about anything to convince you that I love you when I actually don’t.
Maybe I can never love because love is suffering of two souls till they take their last breath.
And even though I try running away from it maybe I’m in love with the despondence and exhaustion.
And maybe that’s why I love.
Because I feel alive and astray from my blues.
And maybe that’s why I love you because I want to suffer with you.