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you hate her for not crying. you mock her because you think that ever since you left her, she never broke down in fear. she let you go without a tear; her eyes were all so clear. she wished you no ill; you thought her smiles were real. you went away with no guilt; a man who wanted to complete all the steps that would make him the best--the highest in the team. then, you come back and find the girl you left behind. she's different and stronger; but couldn't stay much longer. she tells you that she has to go. she mentions priorities, you do not know. this makes you mad and thinks she's bad. you call her names that make her sad. what you failed, to do, was think deeply, too. you could have known the truth-- that the day you left for a better future, she did not eat or sleep--the girl cried for you. the girl did cry for you. #regret #loveloss #yqbaba #diwa #shamsa #reflectionsofthebrokenheart

you hate her for not crying. you mock her because you think that ever since you left her, she never broke down in fear. she let you go without a tear; her eyes were all so clear. she wished you no ill; you thought her smiles were real. you went away with no guilt; a man who wanted to complete all the steps that would make him the best--the highest in the team. then, you come back and find the girl you left behind. she's different and stronger; but couldn't stay much longer. she tells you that she has to go. she mentions priorities, you do not know. this makes you mad and thinks she's bad. you call her names that make her sad. what you failed, to do, was think deeply, too. you could have known the truth-- that the day you left for a better future, she did not eat or sleep--the girl cried for you. the girl did cry for you. #regret #loveloss #yqbaba #diwa #shamsa #reflectionsofthebrokenheart

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in the loneliest hour between midnight and dawn, the reality, of you and me, comes hurtling back at me. this new me cannot forget, what the old me had, when she was blessed. the memory of a love that had to go because you and i-- we both had things to do. yet, the saddest part of that memory is the unfinished truth of you and me. we had a love so rare-- two bodies with one soul to share. finding you meant finding me. where you were, i was also there. people noticed, they stopped and stared. nothing deterred us, we didn't care. they say the loneliest hour tells us of truths we ought to believe. the truth of our love has yet to be retrieved. if regret means a need, to give fate another glance; then this persistent remembrance is evidence that we must give ourselves another chance. at this time, you aren't with me. you're thousands of miles away. although maybe--just maybe, our love is still a written destiny. come home to me. remembering a love so poignant and rare that this piece can never really do it enough justice... #remembering #love #rare #yqbaba #personal #shamsa #diwa

in the loneliest hour between midnight and dawn, the reality, of you and me, comes hurtling back at me. this new me cannot forget, what the old me had, when she was blessed. the memory of a love that had to go because you and i-- we both had things to do. yet, the saddest part of that memory is the unfinished truth of you and me. we had a love so rare-- two bodies with one soul to share. finding you meant finding me. where you were, i was also there. people noticed, they stopped and stared. nothing deterred us, we didn't care. they say the loneliest hour tells us of truths we ought to believe. the truth of our love has yet to be retrieved. if regret means a need, to give fate another glance; then this persistent remembrance is evidence that we must give ourselves another chance. at this time, you aren't with me. you're thousands of miles away. although maybe--just maybe, our love is still a written destiny. come home to me. remembering a love so poignant and rare that this piece can never really do it enough justice... #remembering #love #rare #yqbaba #personal #shamsa #diwa

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Who Ate Isle Easter Leaves? The love of my life. personal. random. because sometimes, we simply cannot let go. #yqbaba #yqdidi #randomthoughts #recall #memory #love #diwa #shamsa

Who Ate Isle Easter Leaves? The love of my life. personal. random. because sometimes, we simply cannot let go. #yqbaba #yqdidi #randomthoughts #recall #memory #love #diwa #shamsa