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After a long time I m fellin a deep urge 2 wite sumthn 2 pour out ma feelins .gud writers write about gud n bad irrespective of their contribution 2 d incidences they pen down .bt 4 me writin is just a requirement wen thers no1 2 share ma anger ma luv ma hate……………life teaches u a lot ……..i can say this wid complete confidence coz 15yrs of ma lyf hav taught me a lot……….it made me c sorrow really frm close made me feel they r meant 2 b forgotten ………………it was some 4 yrs ago…….i met wid d most shockin xperince of ma lyf………..death of a luvd 1…………..evry1 cried a lot ..sum in pain sum in sympathy.bt I dint cry /………coz I had no [pain left 2 exibit n no smpathy as I was d one who was getting it frm othrs.life goes on n it went though….

I tried 2 4get d past n live d present n hope d best 4 d future…………..n there began ma lyf full of dreams.,……yrs after tht met sum1……..a sweet gy as I thought him 2 b tht time…….bt I never knew this sweet guy will make me face d bitter reality of ma lyf………..it was sum 4 yrs since we were 2 distinct personalities 3 yrs since he had one sided luv 4 me 2 yrs since he knew he wont get me n an yr wen it hppnd xactly d opposite……..i really wonder how cud I even like a guy who never luvd nethn more thn himself…..he always thought he is d best n I had no problems wid it till it made me give ma self respect………bt in spite of all these indefferences I luvd him………..we wud never talk 2 each other nt even think a lot bt each other after all it was a very shockin fact 4 him 2 accept. were in a relationship………I dcided 2 give him time as much as he wanted…….he said he really waited for me since 3 yrs tht he always wanted me……..n I was very flatterd by this .d temporary happiness made me forget bt ma dreams ………I gave him evrythin I culd evry single thin ……………..rite frm material gifts 2 ma heart….bt he never cared ……………….now lyf has shown me d dark phase of ma lyf…….even wen we were on I heard n read many times …high school relationships never last .i ignored tht fact thugh coz I knew this wasn’t puppy luv .atleast frm ma side………I wanted 2 show all those who felt he was a jerk tht I will make this relationship happen n show d would hes d best……..now I m single bt not ready 2 mingle.i have had enuf now I m tryin 2 live ma lyf 4 maself..dunno wat else lyf has in store 4 me ……..may b its telling me wait n will gimme d best..so now I m in d waitin list 4 many others no regrets frm life just one wish………..if it had been a success .if we were 2gether ……….

May b tomorrow ill get a sweet guy again more handsome more carin ………….just lik me n nt diff frm me…ill still live ma life or probably exist……..bt one thin is 4 sure I can never 4 get ma 1st luv.ma 1st unsaid one sided love……...

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