You know for some people, love is the only thing that they know to survive in life. And they don't know how to live without love.
They feel alive, when they love someone. Right? I'm one among them.-
After which day, that day will come?
Wherein that day will be evident of my devotion.
Sleepless nights I spent, and my intentions were innocent.
And, today your portrait is nailed to my heart and maybe your portrayal would go off but never that wound.
Maybe the memories of ash will remain and which idiot would ever fall in love with the ash? Except me.-
One should be attached and detached at the same time, for instance loving someone/something is a detachment, and wanting that someone/something that you love in your life is an attachment.
So, whenever you try to attach then think of it that ultimately you should detach from it as well.-
Love finds you when you are least expecting it. And people are still exhausted from letting go of their past which is an unexpected reason to not accept that love has tapped them again.
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You can't be the person that they stay with their entire time but whenever their life is going through something which is little difficult for them to handle.
They can at least find some comfort in you. And little did you know that you would treat them as if you are an expert in their phase. Don't you?-
Do you ever just crave someone's presence, as you would be happy sitting next to them in silence and appreciating their existence?
Rare, isn't it? I'm one among them.-
It doesn't matter if a person close to your heart walks away. Once the relationship is initiated, will it ever rupture?
Will they ever ignore things and move on?
Not really, everything is retained.
You know EVERYTHING!
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People wouldn't accept that they're pretending something which is not. But, they're trying hard to prepare themselves so that it shouldn't look like they're pretending something that it is.
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Dear Love,
I feel my heart is always yours in many ways even though it has cracked. Perhaps, the responsibilities have become a suture to always hold on to you. If you could peel off the band-aid of the past behind and be truthful that wasn't I one in millions for you my love?
Wasn't I?-
How strange it is!
We're all flying in many ways, but none of us are uncaged.
We're all happy somehow, but none of us are satisfied.-