your love is like those nimbus hovering above.

stirs up the expectation without ever attaining it.

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'But I loved you .'

'I never said you didn't. You just started loving someone more than me. You fell out of love while I was going deeper into it. You never stopped loving, you just decided to endow it on someone who isn't me. Yes you still care, but those caring hands aren't meant to caress me anymore. And this has made all the difference .'

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To breathe free, swim across the sea of nostalgia and headway towards the next chapter of life.

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*SACRIFICE*

A simple word with not so simple meaning. A word which carries thousand significance lying underneath. A word which speaks volumes about one's selfless desire to win over the world, just for someone special. A word which reflects on the human attitude to hold on, and at the same time, to let go. A word that describes hope and disappointment conjointly. A word that asks not to expect, while speaking about expectation at the same time.

Sacrifice - a simple word with a complex meaning...

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Some memories are like shooting stars, appearing once in a while, creating sparks in our minds, and inducing tempests of nostalgia, before they disappear, once again.

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In a parallel universe, those two stars still shine next to each other, enlightening the world below. Those pair of eyes still gaze on them from a tiny little window, imagining him to be one of them, waiting for the other.

In a parallel universe, someone still waits hopelessly, for some miracle to happen.

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The greatest love lies in sacrifice, people say, and I wonder how amazingly the words fit right into me. You put me down among the dust that inundates a busy road, yet I get up and move towards you. I know that I am going to be doomed, yet I wander about you, just like those moths which plunges into the flame, burning themselves to death. People call it LOVE, but I believe this is what you call SELF-ANNIHILATION.

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If hugs didn't exist, relations would feel like a ship without a rudder.

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Hope is the thing we fear,
You know the reason right, dear?

It takes us from land to moon,
Makes us wait from morn till noon.

It keeps us awake, and takes away sleep,
Makes us ponder over things too deep.

Hope is the thing we fear,
BECAUSE THERE'S A LIMIT FOR A MAN TO BEAR.

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I was there with everyone, but my soul wasn't there, it was out searching for a shelter. A shelter to rest upon, a shelter to rely on. It was looking for someone, someone to confide in, someone who would stay, no matter what. And I fear, that shelter, that someone, might be no other than that girl. The girl who appeared out of nowhere as an angel and healed me up, and disappeared one day in the darkness of the night, thus shattering the mended heart into a thousand fragments, yet again.

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