Love Demands

Some made new relations, some got promoted, but most of the wall was with graffiti and mine was a white canvas. Out of nowhere, she became my friend, with shared hobbies, day and night we chatted.

It was a relationship more than a friendship. She left me with no reason; time healed my wounds.

She appeared again with a bang, not as a woman but as a code with a cost, to pacify souls demanding love.