Quotes from Anam Iqbal, The Whyte Divide

He was the one for her. She somehow knew that no one could make her feel the way did. Not if she lived for another hundred years.

She was floating in the midst of a black sea, in the darkest of nights, with no hope or care to see light again. She was a mere wave away from drowning in blackness.

This was different, spontaneous, unrestricted. This was what dancing was supposed to feel like - like freedom.