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Her happy place
happy-endings
Happy Endings
jump
Jump
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I should have known
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Sigh
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Soon
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Indifferent
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Choice
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The perils of writing
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Conditions applied
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He let it go

Good friends

There was a slight difference in the way he handled queries about their relationship compared to how she did it. Slight difference, mind you.
Her: I love him. He loves me. Period.
Him: We are “good friends”. Period.
She wasn’t a slave to the world’s perception about them; she made herself vulnerable and wasn’t ashamed of what they had. It is, indeed, a pity that he would never experience that kind of madness.
Sadly, in the end, the fake worldly honor mattered much more.

A mask

And there she was. Crushed, cursed, devastated. She had thought that she had finally met a match, a mirror, a man who would outrival her courage… but she hadn’t…

It was a mask yet again.

It was a spineless wimp yet again.

It was a love of convenience yet again.

The way I loved him

Her friend told her to write bravely. She wrote, “He said he loved me and I believed him. I loved him, I hope he loved me too… even if it was for a moment, I hope he loved me too… the way I loved him.”

Feel

I will never know for sure if music eases or aggravates a lover’s pain. It is difficult, almost impossible, to define the function of music; but an existence without it seems preposterous… it satisfies a primal need to feel, to feel till you bleed out all those emotions… and then feel some more.

Words

People keep undermining the power of words. Every time you say, “I love you and I believe in a forever with you,” all my doubts cease to exist… The anxiety about the future goes away. All I am left with then is “us” and “now”. And that, my love, is perfect!