THE GIRL I MISS…

It was phase of my life where I started to learn

life is all about

caring ourselves..

Loving ourselves…

And thinking about ourselves…

But still I was learning..

Then a girl came into my life…

Who really questioned the things which I force on myself,,,

It wasn’t that she was perfect,,,she was just my answer to every question

I was a smile to her every problem…

As we live in a stereotype world…where people want a girl and boy should be together if they are friendly together…so they create thoughts..

But these thoughts effect both…

Friendships break due to this,,,but we were legendary friends we didn’t..we stayed friends..

Do you know what she said, when people around her feared by asking”are you guys dating,if not don’t move close with him”..she said “I cant lose my friend for this shit”

When I got to know I just got heartmelted…

Someone with this maturity..is special really..

She used to kick me…tease me..used cuss words…

I used to tease for her funny voice…

She used to bully me when I am frustrated….

I used to make fun of her voice when she used to cry..

She was independent…broadminded..

She can forgive the mistakes but never had intention to do one..

A day can be wasted with her…

A sleepless night is worthy with her..

Time passed…she was about to get married…

I started to realise time is going to change…and I was unable to digest

As I was in relation I couldn’t get married to her otherwise whats a best a choice than ur bestfriend,

But I don’t think she should be anyone backup option..

She was a gem of girl…

She was my best friend yaar….

One thing I can say,,,

WE WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER..

BUT WE WERENT DESTINED FOR EACH OTHERR…

I REALLY MISS HER PRESENCE IN MY LIFE..

I JUST WISH HER THE BEST OF EVERYTHING GOOD IN HER LIFE….

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Writing is not a skill acquired through practice. Not for us, at least. Writing is a phenomenon that occurred to us when we wanted to shout our thoughts out. It occurred when our brains formed a labyrinth of thoughts with no way out. Only way was to break the walls, the walls we constructed in our minds. The walls which stopped us from letting ourselves out. We broke the walls using the most mightiest weapon, the pen. Writing was our way out of that maze. Words and sentences flowed like a stream of some river, which consisted of A2Z instead of H2O. Soon the river filled the brain and the labyrinth was not visible anymore. 

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