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Maybe someday I will miss you,
For now I would like to bid you adieu.


You were great in the memories of my past,
There is no place for you in my present.


When you left, I thought it was the end.
Later I realised ,it was a new beginning.


 Some memories are not just memories -
They give us moments of sunshine amidst darkness.


I wished I had understood -
But then I would not have learnt.



you write such brutal truths.
u blog and u rock
☆ Rià ღ said…
Loved all of them...can so relate to them.
WarmSunshine said…
Sad but beautiful... my new post is exactly on the same lines...

happy monday! :)
Shikha... said…
Sad but I guess a part of life n love does play an important part in making us understand the true meaning of life.
Fatima said…
Beautiful...almost natural :)

Take Care.
adreamygal said…
Perfect for me at the moment , somewhere i was asking this question why for someone , and your lines made me move on with more smiles :)Simple-y superb ! :)
Anwesa said…
Thanks !!!
Anwesa said…
@ Ria,
Thanks Mademoiselle :)
Anwesa said…
Yeah, I saw :) Coincidental :)
Anwesa said…
Yeah,certainly. Love is an important part of life.
Anwesa said…
Thanks !!
Anwesa said…
Thanks !!! This reply made my day.
Anwesa said…
@ adreamygal,
If that was the case, this is a reward for me. A boost to keep on writing.

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