...and now,
as death lingers
on my fate,
I am bold
and contented enough
to look into its eyes
and say,
"Yes,
she loved me too..."

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She - Do you think I can manipulate you?
Me - To the best and worst possible extent.
She - Why so?
Me - Because I Love You.
She - And?
Me - And, more than that, I Trust You...

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She: What's the difference between Infatuation and Love?

Me: Remember when we imagined a different world for us, things which were impossible, things which made us forget our realities...?

And do you remember the feeling which slapped us hard, brought us back to reality and made us realize that we will be there for each other, always...?

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There I was, sitting on the bench, near the lake. An unlit cigarette in my hand, guilt and shame in my eyes, worries in my head, almost drowned in my vulnerabilities...

There she was, sitting on the bench, just a yard away from me, facing me. Colors of hope in her eyes, the humming of a beautiful song on her lips, fresh flowers in her hand, perhaps lilies...

And then, she smiled....

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*last day of school

She : Well, I guess you won't be calling me for homework any longer.

Me : Yes, sure thing. Are you happy about that?

She : Hmm. Maybe..... I am not (indistinct).

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Your madness attracts me like poles attract each other,
Like every ticking of the clock teaches us the value of time,
Every glance you put forth for me portrays the hidden love you have for me.

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I'm the problem,
And she is the solution,
I'm the gem,
And she is the shine,
I'm the commitment,
And she is the outcome,
But probably she is my love,
I don't want to express her,
Her beauty speaks a lot.

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A Momentary glance of u,
Adds sugar to my tasteless life,
Full of loneliness and struggle.

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She: Why don't you trust me with love? Are you afraid of losing me again?

Me: No, I'm afraid that I may lose myself...
Forever...

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She: Why do you love me?
Me: I don't know and I don't want to know.
She: Why?
Me: Because we humans are never contented.
Whenever we find the reason behind something beautiful; we compare it with something more beautiful.
And the real thing loses its value.

And I don't want to lose you...

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