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It'll never be us!

 You and me are more like the railway tracks that stay together, forever, but never meet!
Even my imagination fails when it comes to us. I just can't imagine us together. I've no clues of why and there's probably no reason for it too. I just know that he would never be mine because the past he's pinned down by the past. I don't want to take him out from it. I can but I won't. Why would I ask him to love me? Love cannot be an alm. Let it never happen from his side and mine too. I'm not sure of my feelings. I don't have expectations from him and there's something unusual this time that is I just cannot imagine myself with anyone else either. When someone says love, it's his name that flashes before my eyes and then, I say I don't know if I love him. Maybe I'm just telling this to myself again and again so that it will be easier to accept that he'd too leave one day and I should be prepared for it. Now It's just sleepless nights when I'm always penning down us... Oops! Me and him. It'll never be us!

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