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You once asked about the intensity of my love for you.. I didn't have anything concrete to say, or something new.. But it has been just two days since we haven't talked.. And miles of emotional distance I've already walked.. I really wanted to discover what you are to me.. So I kept on walking on the street of thoughts, although lonely.. And gradually all things fell into shape.. And I met with the reality which couldn't be escaped.. I found that it was your eyes through which I wanted to see the world.. Around your smile, my happiness swirled.. Your voice was the music for which my ears cried.. It was your heart where I wanted to actually reside.. Your arms would have decided the size of my world.. They were your shoulders on which I wanted my dreams to be unfurled... They were your fingers in which I wanted my fingers to intertwine..  You were the glitter which would have made me shine.. I wanted your hands to remove those hair strands from my face.. I wanted your personality to fill me with grace.. I wanted your hugs to be my sole comfort.. It would have been your hanky which cleaned my face's dirt.. I wanted your aggression to save me from the cruel world.. Around your likings, my choices would have twirled.. Your favorite colored dresses would have filled my showcase.. They were your hands which I wanted to cup around my face..  It was your lap which would have been my headrest.. Your appreciation could only bring out my best.. They were your ears in which all my secrets would get revealed.. It was your love which would have been my protective shield.. This is what I discovered during the long walk.. But such a poor timing, that I now don't have you to talk.. I wish you could read this and just signify.. Did you get the reason why I was always the first one to say a "Hi"?

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