Okay umm, I want to write about “You.” So let me tell you the time we had was great even though it was for a while. I never really dreamt of a forever with you and honestly I didn’t exactly loved you, not in a way people in love do. I never got all those butterflies they talk about. I know you didn’t either. Yet there was a feeling that surged through me, I don’t know what to term that as, fulfilment? or adoration? or a gleaming light of hope that makes us believe in ourselves, makes us love ourselves, that heals our scars, makes us happy a little more? Or all of them? I don’ts know. But it felt just right. I felt more alive, more hopeful. It was because of You.
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‌You made me find love and joy in little things, things that revolve around us maybe without us knowing that and things that makes us who we are. You made me  realise that flaws are nothing but through which we hurt ourselves or the people that surrounds us intentionally or unintentionally. It’s okay to have flaws and it’s okay if you make mistakes because that’s what acceptance is. You can’t be happy and make everyone happy at the same time, even if you can it takes time. And we need that time.
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‌You and I, we never held hands let alone those hugs and all. But the way you perceived everything, the way you framed your sentences, your sarcastic humour and the way you fiddled with the hem of your shirt and sighed deeply too often everytime you talked about your favourite book or recited the poem you loved. That was enough to give a warm, fuzzy feeling. A feeling of hope. Maybe I am using that word too much but that’s what you were ‘Hope’, that makes us realise the worth of ourselves and makes us love a little more, hold on a little more and dream a little more. And also makes us let go sometimes. But you weren’t a forever you said that I remember it. I believed it myself right from the beginning because you, You felt like home but probably not meant to live in.

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