I hated loving you
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Hold me or not, anyway it's your choice but if something happens it's your fault
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ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴜ ʀ ᴇ ; ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ. ʙʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟʟᴇꜱ. ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟʟᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʏ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ? ɴᴏ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ. ʙʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ?Завершенная история![𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 | | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 [𝐄.𝐌]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/354998577-256-k278512.jpg)
𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 | | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 [𝐄.𝐌]
𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐲 - 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟖𝟓, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?Завершенная история
growing up and growing apart sometimes people who really love you have to leave you for your own good and it's okay to grow apart holding on to things that hurt isn't a wise choice They broke up in college but now are forced into an arranged marriage Will the sparks fly again or........ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wrong place, wrong time, wrong people, right man Surrounded with unfortunate events, unfortunate people Those slim waists, slim faces, long hair and long nails Those long legs, large hands, fluffy hair and beaded bracelets They don't belong together last days, best times, red hands and playing fights Social priorities, diwali parties, arm wrestling and life stories That's the closure I needed Searching the crows, you stand tall, stand out Walking out of that building with hurt hands and burnt minds scholar badge, scholar board, Council badges and red coats brown pants,white shirts, black shoes and red ties Sprawling crowds, yellow buses, red rickshaws and black cycles ice cream man, Mother Dairy, white vans and red lights Saw you walking on the footpath with rolled up sleeves with few friends I wouldn't wish I would be there I couldn't wish I could be there Could you be specific who do you like? Blinding lights, goodbyes, Friday promises and exam time White walls, black boards, blue desks and A/C nobs Sweet memories scattered in my head Teardrops all over my bed These are the things I'll never forget And that's the price I paid cover credit: pinterest
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