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All stories have endings. Some stories are long and eventful ... Others are short and painful...

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He : hello..can we tlk ?
She : ya say..wht u wnt to say.
He : hw u hb been..y u not receving my calls since 2 days?
She : I dont feel so...
He : I wnt to knw wil u nt tlk to me ever? I mean EVER !
She : I guess no..
He : plz dn do tht..pls tlk to me..i wnt everything back...
               <silence.........silence>
She : its late for u..im putting down the phone..
He : but....
              <beep...beep..beep>
              <silence........silence>
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But there was so much I wanted to say but when it comes to speak and open my heart I suddenly runout of words....
So you think I have backstabbed you. No you stupid its not like that, It was never like that. How could you even think of it. You are my best friend, more than that. You mean so much to me. Have you ever think that why I text you? Its my choice, its my way of showing I remembering you. Why I remember you, it proves that I care, why do I care you, I dont know, its not my choice but its my Heart. You have made your mind that I have backstabbed you. Its sets me perplexed and sick, leaves me in a complex. We spend most of our time talking about nothing but I just want to let you know that all those 'nothings' means so much to me than so many 'somethings'.
Time changes, peoples changes so you are. You have changed. Last time I tried to talk to you but instead of talking, instead of understanding my situation you started the blame game. I was never good in this game, never was. You are the only reason why even at the saddest part of my life I smile, even at confusion I understand. Even in betrayal I trust and in fear of pain I love. Its just because of you, because you had a trust in me, a strange kind of trust. How could I break that trust. You can't be judgemental untill and unless you know the other side story. 
There was a time when you could read my mind and I could read yours. But now when I am yelling at you that whatever have done was not intenstionly. You are not ready to accept my words. The way you taking the situation, the way you have developed the perception of all that DRAMA in your mind is not right. I know I am not the perfect one not even near to that, I have done mistakes a big time, this time the BLUNDER one but you have to understand it was all not planned.
Whenever I think of you, rather say whenever I try to summarize you it comes to my mind that there are two types of people in this world, one who keeps you alive and second who intend to cause you to die but you, you somehow manage to be both at the same time. You were always a different for me. I always used to say that you not belongs to this planet, only if remember. Now see you have proved me right.
I know and I'm holding this point that you are not mine, but I wish you were. I am not sure what I am to you and what are you to me right now but what really matters is you are damn special to me. I never intended to be the most important person in your life, that just too much to ask. You are already sorrounded by the peoples who likes you, caring and loving one, the one who is most valuable to you. But I do hope that I would cross your mind and you would smile thinking I touched your life in special way. I guess to have you will never be happen and I have to accept it, even it hurts me but there is one thing more I'll ask from you and hope it will be okay. Can you let me love you till I get over you? I am not asking you to stay for the rest of my life, stay as long as you want. No buts, No promises, Just stay. It will be more than enough..will you ??
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.....It's always the same in every relationship, there is always one person crying and wishing to get back together, while the other doesn't even remember the things they've been through.
I hate that I have to be the one who remembers every little detail while you can't seem to remember me at all....
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(# god if you have any reason left for me to live, this would be the best time to show me.)
(sun : 3:52 am)
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