I believed there was a part in me that brought out the worst in others. A storm that destroyed every soul in her path. But I realized I was wrong. I would fold a thousand paper cranes for you, but you would crumple them with your anger. Do not blame me for your mistakes. I would’ve held your hand till the end of time and in all honesty, I did. To listen to words and hold tears that I shouldn’t have. To shoulder your pain and now your blame. I gave you a chance when I shouldn’t have so I put the blame on myself. My love is not fragile. It’s a storm of perfectly folded paper cranes. I have no more tears left to cry. I have no more to give. I end this chapter with no remorse. The anger and pain you posses is a burden of your own. The world is a storm, but my perfectly folded paper cranes will save me day and night.

Sincerely, Bushra Khan.