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Bitter and Sweet!

What come in your mind if you are asked to relate both the words “Bitter” and “Sweet” to something? Both define quite different taste. Then comes another question, which you like the most?
I may tell you anything, if I was asked, but in the company of my Dairy and loneliness, my answer will surely be different. And it will always be “His Memories”. And anything to choose, I like both bitter and sweet.

As I am penning down the last chapter of “My Love Story”, confused will describe very less of my situation. Where to start and where to finish, but I am sure it will be jumble of feelings each different from other but linked in a very thin cord and that’s Him.

As I have expressed earlier that I don’t know when, how it all started, may be if I had known, have surely saved them as treasures. But as I look back now, I saw the moments, some has happened, some I have created, some I have stolen from time. From a eye candy to when it become my habit I don’t know.

I was silly! So silly back then, well “silly” doesn’t describe me well. Emotional fool does. I have told him, asked him so many silly things that it makes me laugh at present, somewhat embarrassed too. I can never imagine myself going and asking them to anyone, but then he makes me feel like that only. And every time these happens, he will listen patiently, and answer it in such a way that will make all the accessions, assumptions just flew away just like that betraying me, leaving me  tongue-tied.

Never judge a book by its cover! And he has proven it for me right. There are so many things I wanted to tell him but couldn’t, I assume so many things and make myself sad. But when there were so many chances to actually tell him, what I told him is just one lines may be two or just silence. But I like the way things has taken the shape, I cherish all those small things, maybe I like those silence between us, but I agree sometimes those silence were not that much comforting but painful and feed to my assumptions making it worse to bear.

But whatever those might be, I hold them dear to me. I know He doesn’t feel the same way as I feel for him. Will he ever? I don’t know. Even I don’t know my feelings are temporary or permanent. I even don’t know will we ever meet in future or not. But I am surely going to cherish those bitter sweet memories as long as it lasts, as long as I can. Eventually will witness as fades away or get stronger with time.

I don’t regret loving him nor his not reciprocating back, bothers me. Loving him was my decision and I will always be grateful to him for inspiring me so many ways only I know, for giving respect to my feelings that it deserves, for always giving time, which was not an obligation for him.


I will always remain thankful even if He think there is nothing to feel so ~ yes, this is My Love Story! 
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