My words may not sound soothing to you. My melodies may not have a rhyming scheme that resonates with you. Yet you sing with me, smile for me. And I thank god that for all the worlds which had existed and those that will exist, in my world in my time I've found you.

But you being the typical you, fear that one day I'll leave chasing someone better, someone new.
How can i put it into words that no song, no melody, no galaxy can explain it enough that I already have my better, my best.

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Lost summer

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it's own concept is thought to be vague.

True love, is so unlikely to happen that even those who actually believe it are seemingly walking on a tightrope of fantasy. "True love does not exist". And people who say this are the ones who have been hurt before, who can no longer trust anyone else with their treasured love, who are so much capable of truly loving someone that the fear of not receiving the same is just terrifying.

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He took one last promise from me, to remember us and our good moments. But to move on from someone you get them totally out of your life, even the memories, even their songs, even the tinniest possibility that can remind you about their existence. So I wander off on some different pavements now, humming some different melody, lost in some other galaxy.

Still, when someone else with your name arrives, a bittersweet sensation makes me search your face behind that name. That familiar arrangement of letters. And then my eyes drop , a fake smile appears. Ah! Its not him.

Is this enough proof?

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Some hushed verses of my poetry...

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The songs you sang
In the light of the day.
The night envies
the sun which saw you
at your brightest.
The night sulks
In the dark
as you fall asleep.

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She is thankful for my efforts, but not to me.
The heart that loves her
Never learnt love on it's own.
They are the Stolen verses from my unfinished poetry.

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Just the same way as tears get dry,
As sorrow fades away,
As seasons change.
But only our hopes stays the same.

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If I promise to miss you, will you leave?
If I promise to hold your hand,
Will you reach out to me?

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Gravity. That must be it. It was gravity only, which was pulling her towards him, a little by little she got closer unknowingly. But she still felt as if the distance was only changing to increase. It wasn't love, she thought. Love doesn't work like this. Yes, love does finds mysterious ways to work its magic..but not like this. Ahh..!!! It must be some perishable, vulnerable but a little synonymous substitute.
She called it gravity.

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