It takes time to write a love letter. It takes time for the raw buds to bloom. The one whom I have loved so much, in the distance of that cruel person. It takes time to stitch the broken heart. I am still learning the skill of fighting the waves. It takes time for the boat to meet the shore. If you intend to take me down from the sky, then listen. It takes time for the stars to fade. After a long time, today I have controlled myself. It takes