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A TIME CALLED NOW


Did you say you love me ?

I’m glad you did. But …. I always have questions.
I have more questions  than love for you. Yes, I am skeptic. Of  love in general.

Will you love me if I do not love you back ?  Will you wish me well if I choose to walk out your life ?  Will you love me if I  treat you badly ?  I  have more faults than anyone else you  know. What  made you  “love” me was  the  good  side of me. I  have a bad side too. You might have a glimpse of it. Would you still love me ? 

I  am not  some princess or some  fairy. I  am very much ordinary. With my share of vices , faults and mistakes . 

If you still  love me, let me know. I would like  to meet you.  At  a time called now.


Comments

I love u in spite of all the above, sissy
:P:D
Sara said…
Very relatable.
Pramoda Meduri said…
Wats up?
believe in..:)
Rià said…
Aah lovely!! :)
Priya said…
Love is unconditional.
oh i will love you forever.... ever and ever...
as if i have another choice
:P
Yes , i will love u inspite of all these !

So when are u meeting , rather when is ur 'now'??

jokes apart , well written !

Keep up the good work.
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,

Thankie :D :P

Loves you back :)
Anwesa said…
@ Phoenix,

:blush blush:
Anwesa said…
@ Priya ,

Yeah, we must always be sure that its love.
Anwesa said…
@ redemption.....,

LOL
Anwesa said…
@ Satyajit,

Thanks.
Tulika said…
Gorgeous..! Love you, now !! :)
Apples said…
I love your blog :)

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