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YOU....



Falling for you was tough.
Unloving you is impossible. 
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Pri said…
hmmm...love is definitely a complicated emotion!
January 30, 2011 at 12:17 AM
Phoenix said…
resonates with my very being!
January 30, 2011 at 6:04 PM
Vinay Leo R. said…
yeah.. stopping to love is difficult.!
January 30, 2011 at 6:59 PM
Thousif Raza said…
i believe in it :)... nice lines... :)



take care and keep writing.........
January 31, 2011 at 11:46 AM
Mademoiselle Deva said…
it may sound silly but it takes time to recover after a broken heart!
January 31, 2011 at 8:24 PM
Priya said…
You can not try in Love... It is impossible. It really is..
February 1, 2011 at 4:01 PM
redemption ain't dat easy said…
i used to think that love is just a feeble construct of human intellect, kinda grasshopper speech that us frns gave on love...

guess what, i was wrong
February 1, 2011 at 6:25 PM
Fatima said…
If one day you realize you don't love him anymore you never really loved !

You just love more..no matter what !

Take Care,
Fatima

P.S: You've got a good blog out here, liked it :)
Do visit mine too

http://duskndawn-fatima.blogspot.com/
February 4, 2011 at 8:30 PM
Sonshu said…
Im back here after long. :) Sowwy :/ But will be often here now :)

The fact that youve crossed out the unloving you is impossible shows that certain amount of positive attitude that you still can unlove , its not impossible.

Lovely.
February 5, 2011 at 1:16 AM
Anwesa said…
@Pri,
Ummm....no one knows, do we ?
February 6, 2011 at 11:43 AM
Anwesa said…
@Scribbling Girl,
:sigh:
February 6, 2011 at 11:44 AM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
Thanks !
February 6, 2011 at 11:46 AM
Anwesa said…
@joiedevivre,
:D ji shukriya !
February 6, 2011 at 11:47 AM
Anwesa said…
@Mademoiselle Deva,
Does not sound silly to me. It does take a long time.
February 6, 2011 at 11:47 AM
Anwesa said…
@redemption......,
May be you are thinking right now.
February 6, 2011 at 11:50 AM
Anwesa said…
@Fatima,
You are right.
February 6, 2011 at 11:50 AM
Anwesa said…
@Sonshu,
Ummmmm.....possibly.
February 6, 2011 at 11:51 AM
redemption ain't dat easy said…
nah, its weird but you can never ever think anything in love
:P
i hate love
:D
February 6, 2011 at 11:24 PM
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,
Are you serious or is it one of your passing thoughts ? :D :P
February 7, 2011 at 4:15 PM
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