In a search of 'Happiness'
I found myself crying
His love was straight forward
And mine was tenacious..
Love doesn't means to keep, it means to hold..
But here neither he kept nor he holds
I cried for him, he laughed on me
I was stepping forward ,he was stepping back..
But that's how my heart was made up
i didn't even realize he was detaching from me
I was always afraid of lossing him and he was trying to get rid of me..
I begged him to stay, He was enjoying..
He wanted me to beg and I did that always.
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Ruined Soul
Short StoryHe kept me when he was forlorn... But I realized that he never loved me... He needed me but never wanted
