Someone Like You.

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There was a time when I could put my questions into words. When I didn't fear if their answers will bring any wrong emotion in my mind. When I would talk hopelessly without worrying about troping others. Back then there was only one meaning of feeling sick and that was actually having a fever. I remember going from innocent to mature. How both words don't seem to repel each other but are literally antonyms. 

 I remember telling my friend one of all those hideous stories of mine and having her wonder how I could fake a smile so undramatically. Little did she knew about the sobs stinging my throat to let them free. She couldn't possibly guess the amount of grieve inside that grin. And I would never let my mourns affect any of my other relations.

 Remembering how loudly I used to cry at nights when I was sure nobody will listen. Now those cryings have sloped down to just thoughts. Incisive yet healing thoughts of mine. Here I sit every night thinking about why's and what if's which are countless, to be honest.

 Wondering if I should just leave it all or should I put faith in this for some more time. I can always use a talk with you about how things are doing for you and have you grown your beard or trimmed it again like you always used to. I know its hard. But its life.

 Things change right. We change, our thoughts change and so do our paths. But memories, they are a little stubborn you know. This doesn't mean that I am sad or anything. Nostalgic you may say but not sad. How can I be sad? You never left me. You just gave up but that's okay because you are always with me. And I take pride that I befriended a person like you. 
That I love a person like you.

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