hakeem khan

"Sometimes Love Grows Weary of Noise.

"Sometimes Love Grows Weary of Noise" He Was Upset With Me! He was upset with me. I had my head resting on his lap. I didn't know when his annoyance had formed or when resentment had settled in. As usual, I sought comfort by drawing close to him every day, laying my head on his shoulder as if to leave the world's noise behind. But that day his silence felt different - there was a pause in his breathing, an unfamiliar stillness in his eyes.