This story is about smoking a cigarette while blowing the cool breeze on the rooftop. The smoke blurred our faces, and the love in our eyes was looming. No hugging or kissing. Just sitting there, enjoying the cool breeze, smoking, watching the night view, and telling jokes.
Pure love is deeper than turbulent desires. There is no need to declare love to everyone, we just know each other.
This way we can be more decent even if we are separated.
Conception:. . .