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love???

It all began with small talks
it all began with a small box
of gift that he gave to her
not to impress but just for
the sake of friendship
he never had any beef
with anybody but he was willing
to take one up for her; steeling
his nerves
but he  never used any rough words
to anybody for her sake
and to be honest they never went on any dates
but they began dating
she brought his latent
romantic side
and they just vived
yet it ended as suddenly as it began
he scanned
the mountains and seas for the reason
what made her commit the treason
yet he found none
and he host his new-found home
and dived into despair
cause his pair
had left him
to the rest of the world he seemed
stable but he was not
he gobbled up his snot
and wiped his tears
and set out again; despite his fears
and soon he found someone
yet the memories of the one gone
still haunts him till this date
and he leaves everything to fate
these days…
#promise (she has been in my memory recently. I miss her but just don’t have the guts to call her or even text her that I miss her but well that’s just me)
#batman (a day without meeting her seems…well a day. And buoy a day for me is not just a day but 1140 minutes [thankfully I am able to take a nap during the day but the night is long and painful].  )
-yakaa: jujaa




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