Six Degrees of Separation

Six Degrees of Separation

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“Three years I lived, my memories still of him. I thought I had no purpose again in life. I would not have any happiness and I lost all hope. I was even wondering of running away from this country, to live like a lost sheep. It was about that time you walked inside my life. I despised you for who you were. I hated that you were my match. I hate that you had answers to all my questions and my words never even touched you. But then I started liking the fact that you treated me differently. Even after you came to know of him, you treated me like you always did, like a bitch.” She laughed, shortly. “It was Kevin who told me that you became an impact in my life and he was happy for me. That was when it clicked me that I secretly like you. From then, I tried to avoid you, even picking fights with you. I didn’t want any connection with you because I didn’t want to lose you” she looked at the sky, with a faint smile on her face.
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