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Dear Diary (Perspective) (Part 1/3)

Dear Diary,
I finally went on that solo trip. It felt fulfilling, I sure did some healing. So, why do I feel a huge hole in my heart now? Is it because of the budding love I witnessed, all while mine had torn me to pieces?
I remember the way she stood, disconnected from her surrounding just soaking up the moment & how he just swooped in, catching her off guard; making her smile, going the long mile. I remember how she, after so much hesitation, put her head on his shoulders, how their fingers entwined as we moved forward. I remember how, on the last day he was being picky about getting her the perfect souvenir, to confess his feelings.. I thought it won't matter, his feelings would definitely be reciprocated. As I walked by them, he on his knees infront of her, all I could think of was that, "It is supposed to that easy". Love isn't something you work for to get, but something you work for to keep.

Well, if nothing, this trip surely gave me a new perspective.

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We press raw flowers before it wilts,
not to preserve its beauty but our memory of its beauty.
Likewise, shouldn't we take a detour,
when things between us get sour?
'Cause a pressed flower can't regain its prior allure,
but a bond can be rebuilt when there's an open door.
And just like the memory preserved,
Friendship will be well served.

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To walk under the moonlight,
isn't it such a beautiful sight?
Cold breeze & shimmering stars in dim light,
but who knows what lurks in darkness of night?
There's good & bad but somewhere they coincide,
isn't it true, for each one of us, there's a demon inside?

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You might not be the one; but you're definitely someone.
Someone I can count on, share my joys & woes with.
Someone who can guide me in life's tricky labyrinth.
And for now, its all that matters.. For later? We'll see.
If it is meant to be, it'll be.

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~Our Journey Across The Bridge~ (part 1/3)

I remember the time you offered me your hand.
You said, the bridge was wobbly, & that it'll help me stand.
I took it; we walked & talked, you asked me if I wanted to run.
We ran, stumbled & fumbled on the way, it was so much fun.
When that strong wind blew, you shielded me with your frame.
That made me think, when this thrill dies, will us be the same?
Now that we're almost at the end, I wonder if it's too late.
Can we hold on a little while longer, maybe change the fate?

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you were always there.
For every win & every loss.
To love you, it's only fair.
Whether I have a bridge to cross,
or to burn it without a care.
Be it those intrusive thoughts,
& nobody near to share.
The meltdowns in parking lots,
you braced me with such flair.
To unlove you, I cannot dare.

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So what if ,
you'll always be my safe place.
When the world feels monochrome,
and devoid of all grace.

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