Catching Feelings
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Ongoing6m
Last published Sun, Mar 16, 2014
Heartbroken. Upset. I was a mess. Shock had led me on to denial. I was finished- a living dead body. I didn’t want anything now- everything was over for me.
Until the day I met her.
Her positive self larger than life- she took happiness where ever she went. I don’t know why she did it, but the day we met, she had decided to bring me back- Without knowing who I was and what had happened to me.
Why? I don’t know.
Neither do I know why I ignored her; while she continued to support me. Why couldn't I catch her feelings?
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