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The beauty of life lies in the fact that one day it will end.
Because it is the way we still look at each other that makes me believe in forever.
You had a choice. You thought you were winning, while both of us lost.
She is good at hiding her emotions. Her tears only flow in front of people when she is hurting bad because she is the one who gives the shoulder to the crying. She is through with this stage. But I am pretty sure every night she cries her heart out and misses you terribly. She…
Because even perfect cannot fake perfectness for long.
After a point, your emotions learn to hide themselves.
He has turned into a book well tugged in a corner. I want to blow away the dust from its cover and read again.
A flower fell. A bud blossomed. The journey started yet again.
So what if he left? You are doing enough to spring back and take control of your life.
Does love have to be constant? Or can you even love a person in pieces?
He was just like a piece of chocolate, sweet and alluring in the beginning but left a bitter taste in the end.