Atlast she pinged.
It had been a long time he hadn't being texted.
Still he had been waiting for her messege.
Rather he knew that some day she will text him.
And
Once the notification bar blinked her name.
Some hearty expressions with sweetening affection swelling his retired heart to tear out those perception from which he wanted to run away over the ages.

But
A sincere smile warmed his face.
The attire of being used had been already using to harden his emotion since her 'online' stopped 'typing' to his inbox.
Stil he replied.

Reason:
Some emotions are too strong to make you repeat the same mistake knowing that it is a 'mistake'.

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Once again
The fake promises
The bogus smiles
The fabricated words
The fictitous dreams
The phony emotions
The fraudulent conversations
........

He smiled!
'Was it her reflection?
Or
Was it his unfortunates' refraction?'

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She was not his 'mistake'
but a 'misstep'...

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...and her smile behind his success.

That invisible dimple still sweetening her choppers.
Perhaps......
Today being behind some other one's success.

Might be...
Might not be...

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" SECRET " keep them secret
Those can be used as an weapon by your closest one
In your " MIND SICKNESS " against you !!!

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Still her name being typed on his whatsapp status.

But this time,
To assure himself about someone better replaced him in her life.

Her stories flashed selfies with someone at a CCD.

And Dimples once again pampered with his growing tears.

The reason of her unread messages peeped beneath from her 'online' blaze ......

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Promise changes, words don't,
Dream expects but reality won't...

She 'online'.
He scribbling down to check her 'last seen' in the chat window.
No gradient of sharing words.

Perhaps her ego earned him his self respect.
Her Priority might have got differed.....

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"Tomorrow also, the sun will rise!
But I might not be the first person anymore to text you 'Good Morning' from tomorrow....."
- he whispered outside.

Two cups of coffee admiring his lover with someone else inside the CCD in front of his eyes perhaps sighed the reason of his whisper.

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He let her to be the butterfly in the blooming blossom of his spring autumn.

But she was the peril to play with his cherry emotions in silence.

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His conversations used to end by checking her last seen.

And
her chats awaited to start again after checking his last seen,
with someone
hiding her 'last seen' ....

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