To the one whom I still love 🖤🥀

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 I was mature, you were childish. I was foodie and you were a diet concious freak. I loved Maggie with ketchup whereas you just hated this combination. I was bookaholic and you were a hodophile. I was a quiet introvert and you were a loud extrovert. In this real life, things like "OPPOSITE ATTRACTS" doesn't exist. So, we ended up with an unexpected end. Though I showed no efforts to hold you back, I wished secretly that you hadn't left me. 


The moment you went away from my life, I realised the meaning of the word "ABSENCE" which barely had any essence in my life before. Weren't we too close? But, that doesn't prevent two people to drift apart right? No, we didn't drift apart. We are still friends. We meet, we greet, we laugh, we help, we cry as well. 


Together, we try to clear the myth that "One cannot be friends after break-up." We keep on telling people that nothing is awkward between us. Sometimes, you go another level ahead and say "We are happily single and ready to be mingle." I just laugh off this joke of yours but believe me when I say that I am not at all ready to get indulged into another relationship.


Yes, I fear to love someone else. I fear to lose them. I fear to pretend to be happily single. I just fear to give your place to someone else. I am totally tired of pretending to be just a friend to you. It isn't easy for me to handle all those proposals from other guys while you are standing by my side and giggling. I have never confessed it before but our relation have never ended from my side. Yeah, all these may sound childish to you but I still love you my "JUST FRIEND." So, the point is that "One cannot be friends after break-up" is really a myth...


Do you remember the old times when we used to confess each other something and dedicate a relatable song? 

Let's do it again. So here it is:-


"Kaise bataayein,

Kyun tujhko chahe?

Yaara bataa na paaye...

Baatein dilon ki dekho jo baaki,

Aake tujhe samjaayein...

Tu jaane na aa...

Tu jaane na.."



Ig- @_arushmita_



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