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Uncomfortable soul

It's been some time now since I wrote anything now.I was talking to my very good friend and  it was a slip of tounge from her mouth.Which i thought must jot it down.The conversation kept on coming up in my mind.Makes me sad that the fact you love someone.And how you feel about relationship.Sometimes the person you fall for  is almost everything you always wanted.It makes's you think about the person all the times.The person makes you smile....but the poisonous truth is he/she is also someone you will never be able to have.Loving someone who doesn't love you back is the most impossible situation imaginable, especially when the love is so strong you are a slave to it.

I think it is also maybe,people are usually unaware of their subconcious critirea and that's why they describe "love" as a mysterious thing that follows no rules.They do so for number of unknown reasons.Many times they come to realize they never really loved the person they got married to or have been too immaure to get married.Or maybe some are just addicted to love which they are missing out in their marital life.These days the level of emotional and intimate involvement extent from in-person involvement to online affairs.


Sometimes...we decide to stop Loving someone not because we don't Love them .. But because we find that they are more happier without us.But this is a choice, a conscious choice to leave the past and be happy and only we can make it. Know it wont be easy, but in the end you will have the love you have always desired.


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