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Finally a call!

Talking to him is still peaceful. Though we never talk about love but his voice still gives me a shiver— the one I believe I would never feel with anyone else.

I don't know if I still love him but the thought of never talking to him again is still a nightmare. Even at nights when I feel lonely, I write to him. Ofcourse I save them to the draft before sending and forget to hit send. I still miss him for he made me feel beautiful always and that's what he still does when he steal glances at me. Sometimes I wonder how things change every minute and every second. But it's true that a formal conversation with him is still better than the deep conversations with anyone else. Love is a sacrifice and understanding it at such an early age is a boon! I miss him and I wouldn't get back to him... Obviously one side is his where he's stubborn to the  fact that we don't have a future and the other side is mine where he's like a book that I've read once and wouldn't want to read back.
True love haunts!

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