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Missed me? Aww, I missed you guys, too. So much so, that it almost scares that you all will be heck angry on me for leaving like that. I had some reasons, I'll share. First and foremost, I made another account at this amazing place called Wattpad. You can catch me there on 'xxSomeonesLuvxx'. There are two stories. Issues of Teenage, and Be My Hero. You'll like Be My Hero, it has been completed. Secondly, as most of you know, my college is making a short film on 'Need to change the world'. Unfortunately for you all, I don't feature in it. So I hope we get your support, too. It's about women rights and claims, basically.
Here's my new story.
Following is the prologue for the SS.
Bhopal
11:56 pm
My birthday. It's my birthday in almost 5 or 4 minutes. I hope he remembers. I wish he remembers. I miss him. I miss all of him. Here I sit, thinking about him, when I don't even know where he is. I don't know how he is. I know what we did was wrong, but it's not ours fault we fall in love. Two people from different worlds. Fall in love.
I close my eyes, letting the tears rush down my cheeks and brush away all my sorrow. I know he must have moved on, he must have found someone. Or she would have come back to him. Either way, he must be happy. To know that he is happy, to believe in that itself, gives me a sense of relief. But unfortunately the sorrow of being alone overshadows relief.
I know we weren't meant to be. Maybe he does miss me. Or maybe not. Maybe he's married. Maybe he has two little kids who call him "Papa" now. The thought itself shakens the hell out of me.
I know we couldn't be together. Then why this regret? Why do I still wish that someday I would hear a knock on my door and in he enters and asks me to take him back? Why do I feel that a part of me still wants him back? Why does that particular part of me not understand that he's moved on. I should, too. But why do always when I try to move on, I feel a push back? As if somebody is holding me back. Some memory, whatsoever.
The clock struks twelve.
Happy Birhtday, Aaliya Ghulam Haider.
xxx
Hope you all appreciate this. I've borrowed this idea from two things the most near to my heart. That are, the song Emptiness by One Republic. And, a novel someone special suggested to me. I'm not gonna tell you about the novel, let's see who guesses it first. :)
Thanks a lot.
Yours,
Tani.
BTW, follow me on Wattpad of course. My id, "xxSomeonesLuvxx" will be waiting to be followed. And, I share it with Naina. But you'll find my name in brackets. Ok bye.
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