preface

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After years, we crossed path again.

And all of the thoughts started arising as I saw you looking through the tinted window.

Why do you look so pretentious? Are you not happy? Are you missing the fun you used to have when we were together?

A part of my life has moved on and another part is desperate to know whether my absence has done any damage to you.

Are you afraid, you'll never be happy with anyone as

you were with me?

I want to know what or how less happy you are now that "your happiness" is gone.

Just say it, why the hinge...

I want to know how less lively you watch movies with

no hands to hold.

I want to know if I ever meant any thing to you.

I want to live by the thought of happily moved on, but these strange questions seek a refuge in my thoughts.

Or maybe, you're afraid you'll never have the love that you received from me. And the difference is, I loved you and was afraid to be losing you, whereas now you're afraid after losing me, that you'll lose the one you love next.

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