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And I ended up crying in my room. Continued In ca

And I ended up crying in my room. Continued In caption. We met a long back. *slow smile* It seems an eternity now. It was delightful and sweet, those childlike promises, Support that we rendered to each other, fights that we had, his pre-prepared dialogue after every fight of ours, " I know how to handle your anger haha". All of this happened so slowly but ended so early. I sit on the balcony as I write. When I was asked, "Don't I have a choice to say we can't be the same?", it felt like my whole world crashed down. It was not the first time I was hurt by someone. I was used to this loneliness as I had one such man in my family too but this did not stop me to fall for him. I still remember how cheerful I used to be when I met him. Those eternities ago, I used to write about him blushing. Now, as I know I am back to square one, I write and write but my paper is blotted by my tears. The pink glow for which everyone used to praise is now lost. It is withered like the leaves in autumn.
And I ended up crying in my room. Continued In caption. We met a long back. *slow smile* It seems an eternity now. It was delightful and sweet, those childlike promises, Support that we rendered to each other, fights that we had, his pre-prepared dialogue after every fight of ours, " I know how to handle your anger haha". All of this happened so slowly but ended so early. I sit on the balcony as I write. When I was asked, "Don't I have a choice to say we can't be the same?", it felt like my whole world crashed down. It was not the first time I was hurt by someone. I was used to this loneliness as I had one such man in my family too but this did not stop me to fall for him. I still remember how cheerful I used to be when I met him. Those eternities ago, I used to write about him blushing. Now, as I know I am back to square one, I write and write but my paper is blotted by my tears. The pink glow for which everyone used to praise is now lost. It is withered like the leaves in autumn.
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