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You always said ours was a relationship forever.

I slyly smiled each time.

I knew it was not.

You proved me right.

I have no regrets.


Thousif Raza said…
practical and straight... whew nice one :)

take care and keep writing..........
everone looses faith some time or the other...

so rightly said...
Good HIS LOSS... :)

and no regrets it is .. good riddance i will say in my case :)

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Prutha said…
simple and correct...

follow if u like what u see?

Nikhil Menon said…
straight.. couldn't have been more precise..

Abhisek Nanda said…
Wonderful.. these "Two Thoughts" encapsulates thousands of emotions within.
WarmSunshine said…
but in the end... i guess we get what and how we perceive
nicely delivered!
Scribbling Girl said…
Gosh i can so relate....sigh.
ANWESA said…
@Chocolate Lover,
Thanks !

Thanks !

Thanks !

@The Peripatetic Nomad,


:D Its fiction for me though.

Thanks for coming !

Thanks !

:) Thanks :)

Great to see you here ! Yes,a few words say it all.

:) Yes :)

Thanks !

@Scribbling Girl,
sigh !
ANWESA said…
Thanks !

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