It was a long walk through the corridors of her frozen heart. The pages were splashed with colourful expressions and images radiating from years of experiences gathered from her long walk to freedom.
Like a traveller on a quest to discover a secret treasure, I paid close attention to the mystery clue I had stumbled upon at the inception of this voyage and all the identical compartments along the slightly lit corridor of the world between her heart.
I clearly realised i was standing at the centre of a puzzle game. Each piece had its own adornment, Some were tainted with blood, some with tears, others were simply torn with no opportunity for redemption and the missing piece opened a door with a tag "CLASSIFIED".
As my eyes travelled through those corridors, all I needed was to find a little spark of flame somewhere at bottom of this iceberg, Melting was my way in because 6years and counting the locks haven't bulged for a second and neither did I.
I was particular about my pride but today I cared less, I was willing to trade it for an opportunity to finish this puzzle, find my way around this maze and open the door to a classified reality.
How do i spark a flame in a frozen atmosphere with no opportunity for an opening? But i would never lose an opportunity to be with you forever all because i lack the creativity to make lemonade out of oranges!
TzarChisom...