Its been a while since we have spoken. And yet I read your daily column, nodding my head and pinching my skin, like I just know what you are going through.
Maybe I do. Or maybe you just write too well.
You flick a smile when I speak to you and I shudder 'cause I know what you really mean.I trace down the lines on the back of your foot, and I finger the scar he gave you.
Maybe I do understand. Or maybe it has always been there.
Maybe I still haven't learnt to love.Maybe I was just busy trying to learn you.
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Buried in the silence of the answer
Me.
I DISCLAIM: Resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ;)
It's such a huge arrogance, to love someone, and there's too much of it around. There's too much love in the world. Sometimes I think thats what heaven is - a place where everybody's happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever.
-- Shantaram.
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2 doors banged:
"Maybe I still haven't learnt to love. Maybe I was just busy trying to learn you."
I love this line. Love it.
Happened to stumble upon you by accident. Good day for accidents, today.
:D
Wow.
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