My words are failing me as I am writing this. Can empty souls feel the pangs of love? Those memories that had haunted me countless times, are still wrapped around my being. 'I really didn't want to be the one', I said aloud in my mind. But there you were again, dear love. Taking one step at a time. So what happens now? I asked. Does the darkness engulf our love? Or, does it go the other way around? Which way does it go? At 84 words this story can end in oblivion. But You are scared of it. So, did love win? Or,was it just a mere mirage in the sea of darkness? Mirages happen every once-over in a very long time. I had one,a few years before. And since then, I have been floating in the sea of darkness searching for my lost soul. Teardrops. What!  I hear teardrops. But where? Where is it coming from? I am losing myself in the darkness. I need to find my way there. I am exhilarated. The sound seems liberating. I need to get there. But, stop. What am I  even doing here?  That's not the path I was aiming for. What if that's the way to oblivion -- and You are scared of it.