By Ahmed Latif
He owned a tattoo parlour and she ran a flower shop. They were both poor and pained. He loved the past that tormented him. She adored the roses that pricked her. They both believed that beauty is pain and that pain walks beside us everywhere we go. He kept his memories close so he wouldn't be forgotten. She held her fears close so she wouldn’t be alone. He was surrounded by ghosts and she was surrounded by roses.
They say love is a justice for a society and injustice to lovers; an art and an affront; a laugh that echoes and a tear that lingers. If their love could speak, it would remain silent. If their love was a neighbour, it would live alone on a mountain. Such is the truth they taught each other with their lies. But at the end of the day, he loved her inconsistencies and she loved his scars. Love is to the pained what light is to the flowers.