कुछ चीजें बहुत ही पर्सनल होती है ...लेकिन अगर हम वो कह देते है तो फिर वो अपनी नही होती है।

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It was not love at first sight.
It was the realization that I’d want to laugh with you one more time, walk with you one more time, eat junk food with you one more time, talk with you one more time, be silent with you one more time and always one more time.
It was this feeling of being nearby something so familiar, something safe, something comfortable.
It was those late night “I can’t sleep” calls or early morning “wanna grab some coffee” texts.
It was this permanent desire to share success and failures, anxious moments and happiness, awkwardness and little achievements.
It was this “I have a little gap I’m coming over” efforts.
It was this “I don’t wanna talk to anyone but you” admits.
It was this isolated, tinny magic space we gradually created as a happy place for both of us.
It wasn’t love at first sight,
It was this feeling of looking at you and rationally realizing I’d spent all the time left to make you happy one more time, and always one more time.

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We are busy making walls these days ...
instead of making bridges!!

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It's a journey from Lockets to Locked screen to save the photo of our loved ones...

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I disagree.. I think it increases attachment, affection and understanding also

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I had a love that never understood what I was, for I am more verse than matter, more letters than body. And if you could ever see me as I am, you will have to know how to understand what my soul whispers between lines, since it decided to decline speech and write in the paper, the truths of my being. How to conceive me without the love of paper and ink? It's like wanting to tear the salt from the sea. It is in every story I tell and in every verse, I create that I pour myself out. Don't ask me for more if I already gave you everything that is in this soul. It is up to you to unravel the mysteries caught on paper for the whole universe to read but that only a few will ever understand and see.

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How things went well between us. In fact, when we both realised that we were together all this time to witness the evening. You often described me as 'a playful sentiment' which kept on rallying in your heart. And this fondness, like iron and wine entailed a taste of softened beginnings, scented and aromatic: a pilgrim of flowers, which I was compelled to grasp you entirely and hold this charming memory before anything else would visit my mind. What a lovely evening, and the stars were all vibrant enlightening us, and while you were the only thing present in my eyes, it felt like a dream come true.

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“So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me... everyday !!

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The biggest lesson I'm learning is that nothing is as extreme or as permanent as our emotions convince us they are. Nothing is certain and things are always fluctuating and there are always exceptions and there are always mistakes. There is always pain and there is always love. Everything is a delicate touch away from changing."

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Love is a mutating virus

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