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SOMETHING LASTS FOREVER

It was not to be. But it has been.


I wasn't supposed to like all this. But I do.


You weren't supposed to be that close. But you are.


We were supposed to never meet. But we did. 


Things were not meant to be clear. But they are


We weren't meant to be. But we are


Life wasn't supposed to be this generous. But it is.


Love was supposed to die. But it didn't. 


We meant to hate each other. But we couldn't




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Comments

Rià said…
Isn't life such a paradox.
KKG said…
..life's a mystery in itself,which u unravel by living each moment of it..!
Loved the post!!
Anonymous said…
Everyone who has been or are in love would nod while reading your words , just like I did ! Loved it :)
Fatima said…
Nice one...at times just throws things at us we thought we never wanted wherein we actually needed them the most :)

Take Care.
Thousif Raza said…
oh how i wish life was like that... but i guess for people for whom life is like that... they are lucky... very lucky... cool lines ya :)

take care and keep writing.........
Vikash Barnwal said…
Nice lines, not much to say except that life would be better if one doesn't has to go through this! But heck , what will life be then !

P.S: I did not want to comment, but I did !

Cheers
Pramoda Meduri said…
Lively and thoughtful..;)
chand said…
it shows that u r such a fine person.thats why lyf's so unpredictable.
Anwesa said…
@Ria,
Yeah, totally. Sometimes sweet and sometimes sour.
Anwesa said…
@Kavitha,

Thanks :)
Anwesa said…
@ adreamygal,

Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@Fatima,

Exactly !
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,

Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@ The Wanderer,

I take it as a big compliment then.
Anwesa said…
@ Pramoda,

Thanks !

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