Some days, I make myself believe that you still love me and it still makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive. Then I start building so many walls around me. Vow to myself that I shall never think of you again - that you have no place in my heart but all it takes is your name to bring me back to the starting point - to make me start working hard towards building those walls. It is not fair.
Some days, I wake up in the morning and all I want to do is hear a knock on my door with your smiling face telling me that you have crossed all the oceans and come to me for the rest of time.
Some days, I believe that love doesnt really have a past tense. Its either you never truly loved or you never really stopped.
Some days, I am convinced that I am going to turn around a corner of a busy street or perhaps a park and bump into you. You will tell me that you came here for me - that there was no better place to be.
And somedays, all it takes is your name - uttered by a complete stranger in the late night hours - to make me realize that I am back to where I was years ago. I complete the circle one more time.
Some days, I believe that love doesnt really have a past tense. Its either you never truly loved or you never really stopped.
Some days, I am convinced that I am going to turn around a corner of a busy street or perhaps a park and bump into you. You will tell me that you came here for me - that there was no better place to be.
And somedays, all it takes is your name - uttered by a complete stranger in the late night hours - to make me realize that I am back to where I was years ago. I complete the circle one more time.
Cycle of replacement mein muhabbat ki replacement nahi hoti...
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