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!
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 would...

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