The right one.
It's been quite long, that she has left. She took away some part, some remained with me, and some being rebel, started the ultimate march to freedom. Since then, I've been looking for inspirations, the moon, the stars, the streets, music, travel and girls ofcourse. They keep saying, wait for the right one. I'm like, why the hell, is my right not their right? Sometimes, even I'm fed up of my growing list of love interests. You don't fall in love again is simply shit. Hell I fall every second, with myself. But, Sometimes things are beyond my understanding that some eyes, have a strange sparkle, other than the iris that makes them one of those marvels we cherish for lives. It's quite evident, that falling in love destroys you, almost all the time it happens. But sometimes, the destruction is what this nature needs to reshape things. You know, wi ter after summer and then just look at the spring. I got swayed away, as usual because imaginations carry me instead of me carrying them.
Ok! So let's get to the point. Sometimes, the love that they say is fake, and should be forgotten is real. And that sometimes, I can mean what I say.
I love you.
Will you be my all?
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