In a poignant encounter, I yearned to meet her one final time,
And behold, she appeared, our destinies intertwined.
Hand in hand, we ventured, crossing roads together,
Savoring chai and sutta, like birds of a feather.
I held her close, assuring, "Don't let sadness prevail,
For our paths shall converge, our love will never fail."
Her eyes welled up, tears cascading with deep emotion,
"We shan't meet again," she whispered, her heart in devotion.
As she embarked on an auto towards the airport's gate,
She embraced me tightly, sealing a cherished fate.
In those fleeting seconds, serenity embraced my soul,
Yearning to halt time's relentless toll.
Even in the auto's motion, we clung to each other,
Reluctant to release, resisting farewell's smother.
Yet, as the wheels began to turn, we had to part,
And through misted eyes, I witnessed her broken heart.
One last time, I murmured, my words fading away,
Unheard by her, as she vanished from my display.
Sayonara, I whispered, a bittersweet refrain,
Carried by the wind, as our love's final refrain.-
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I may never find words beautiful enough to descraibe all that you mean to me but I will spend the rest of my life searching for them-
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Smart people get a chance to climb on top, take reality for a ride, but itâll never stop trying to throw you. And, eventually, it will. Thereâs no other way off.â % &
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Are you evil?
Worse, you're smart.
When you know nothing matters, the universe is yours.
And I've never met a universe that was into it. The universe is basically an animal.
It grazes on the ordinaryâ % &-
You took a piece of me.
And I let you.
That will never happen againâ % &-
Don't put me in a position where I've gotta show you how heartless I can be.
You might never see me the same.â % &-
Ok, let's get rid of this myth!
You're an attractive woman, there's some guy somewhere saying, yeah, we're friends.
No, that's not true, he is your friend, only because you have made it absolutely clear that nothing else is happening except this friendship we have.
Guys remain your friend in hopes that one day there will be a crack in the door, a chink in the armour and trust and believe that guy that you think is just your buddy, he will be slidein that crack the moment he gets the opportunity.
Cause we're guys.
99.9% of us think that way.â % &-
Simily, a figure of speech in which 2 unlike things are explicitly compared.
For example,
She is as beautiful as a rose on a summer day.
đšâ % &-