Hi guys :)

I haven't been writing in quite a while actually. 

I've still got my other story hanging halfway - still resolute on completing that someday, but I admit I haven't been devoting much time to making sure that happens. Life has been some sort of a mad journey in the past year, in ways both good and bad, and writing (as much as I love it) had sadly taken a backseat along the way.

Till now, at least.

Some of my old readers (not sure if there still are any of you out there, given that I've vanished for such a long time) may find it odd that I'm starting on a new story when the old one's still half done - I can't really expain it either. That story is my baby, and I'd be sure to continue it someday when the spark returns, but embarking on this story means something really special to me too.

This is a simple story, really - pretty sure most of you, if not all, will be able to relate. 

(I wasn't going to tag any celebrity in this story, actually. But I've gotten feedback that not being able to put a face to the characters makes it a little harder to feel the story - so I've chosen my lead to be (surprise, surprise) Dara. The writing style is a little different in this story as well, and I'll be writing from Dara's POV in this story, unless stated otherwise. Hope that helps! (: )

That's all from me for now. Thanks for reading this lengthy note, and I do hope you'll find some form of comfort while reading this little story of mine (:

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[Paper Hearts: Foreword]

I’m Dara.

And I'm average.

An average human, living a very average life.

Just another person along the street;

one of the many hundreds,

or perhaps thousands that you come across every day.

Nothing different,

nothing particularly special.

Then I fell in love.

Nothing special about that too;

(we’ve all loved and lost, haven’t we?)

but it felt special - to me, at least.

So this is my story.

A very simple, average love story.

Nothing out of the ordinary;

and yet it still lingers -

in the roads we’ve walked together,

(every turn and every corner),

in the conversations we once shared,

(as we sat talking through the night),

in every song on my playlist,

(resisting those tears; oh how they fight),

in the fuzzy memory of your warmth,

(your touch, and your kisses),

in the words that I chose to leave unsaid-

And in my heart.

Always, in my heart.