It's been years since he left me but his love feels like it was just yesterday that we met each other and fell in love. Everytime I meet people and they ask me how am I doing all I answer them is I'm doing great because my love is always there with me and maybe that's the reason they call me a "desperate lover". Well I don't mind being called a desperate lover because I am a desperate lover for him. If he could love and care for me till his last breaths even I can keep on loving him till my last breath after all that's what we true lovers do right. I go to office people ask me about my whereabouts how am I doing what am I doing these days and even there all I can answer them is that I'm doing just great because my love is always there with me. No matter far or near, dead or alive his presence is all that I want to feel for the rest of my life. I may not have any special rememberance or gifts from him but his love will always be the greatest gift that I got in my life. He fought for years and months and weeks and days only because he wanted to spend more time with me. So yes I am a desperate lover - a lover whose love will never die not until her last breath.
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Desperate Lover...
Short StoryI remember people calling me a desperate lover because the only thing I remember to talk or I talk is only about my love. The love that we both shared when we were together. The love that gave both of us a strength to endure few hardships in life...
