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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After moving out of the place ...i felt i needed to tell her everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My last attempt to justify myself ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything ran into my mind ..for her first words ....to her last ones before she left...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was not sure ...whether she would agree to meet me or not .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But i thought i would swear her ...like she used to do ..before ....she wanted to get something&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;done by me.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;especially when she knew ...i would be in two minds about it .......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;would be in ....or have ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;confused ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i smiled ..as i knew ..she was the one who corrected me always .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I called her up...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to ask her to meet up the next day .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as she was planning to head up for further studies ...out of the city&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in a week ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this was the only chance i had ...i had my fears ..but i had overcomed them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;now ....seriously today i was not prone to them...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I asked her out for a coffee ...early in the morning ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she agreed ...but she warned me ..to be there for some time only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to which i agreed.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was happy she agreed , to it ...after so much .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I message her ...i had something to tell her ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;should not be something related to my love or feelings .....her condition&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;at which she agreed to come ......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had to agree at everything .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was waiting there ...since early morning&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for the coffee shop to open ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I double checked my pockets for money ......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i sat on the table , unnoticed by the waiters ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe i was not someone important at that hour .....or they were just too busy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;getting ready for the day .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And she came , her arrival marked a huge increase in my happiness .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;U seem to be different today ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;her question....after the formal handshakes ....and greetings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was not happy ...on being called ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suddenly ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;her cell phone rung ....and she picked up the call and conversed softly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i heard her mentioning the place ...to someone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i heard her saying ....with ***, the one who writes blog on me...how i ditched him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and all that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeah .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nothing , he hasn't really start talking yet ...dont worry will meet you up in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a while , sure meet me up here .....cya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could figure out ...it was him....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My expressions did changed again.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So her question&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;why did you called me here ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just wanted to tell you something ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sure, as always .....now whats left to be told ?...she asked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i felt i need to tell you about the prediction , if you were interested ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hmmm".....she replied as if she just didnt cared to hear all that ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was told ......my life is tough ......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have 3 opportunities to live .and a definite opportunity to die.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the four opportunities come at different stages of my life ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;one at 16-17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;second at 21-22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;third at 30-31&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fourth at 40-44&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the fourth ...definites the result of my end ......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i have opportunities to survive the three.......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The opportunities ....test me on my willingness to live ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and if i tend to fail to justify ....i ll be dead ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She yawned .....as if i was telling her an assumed story ......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was warned to not fall in love ....as the girl - you ....was predicted to never&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;understand my feelings ....and it was feared ill loose all my willingness to live&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it happened just that ......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The only solution was if you could give me a chance to be part of your life ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and your trust that i could be your someone special ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as it would have given me .a reason to add and strengthen my willingness to survive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;after the happenings just took away my reasons to survive ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The day , the things ...as predicted would be tough for me to survive ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;was a day back ......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you survived it ....good , good for you , now are you over with your melo drama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she replied&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;almost ...i replied .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;with waiter interrupting to serve the coffee....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so , whats left , she enquired ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and she noticed ..and turned to ask for spoon .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the mean while ...i saw him .parking his vehicle in the parking area..just in front of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the coffee shop...and waiting for her ..maybe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she got up from her seat to get the spoon from the counter....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as i placed an envelope ....under her cup of coffee....and left ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she saw me.....walking out of the shop ...and came behind ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but lost the sight of me.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he waved at her ....from the distance ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and came to greet her ......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the waiter came running behind her .....with the bill and asked her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to pay ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he paid for the price for the coffee...and asked him to leave ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;while paying&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he asked her ...." why does he calls you here ...when he doesn't have the money to pay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;, thank god i was here ...to rescue you.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she laughed to her joke ...." i had the money to pay the bill , but i left my wallet in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my activa...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So where is he ?....he inquired &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he left .....still had that ego ....left without saying anything .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okk you wait here ...i ll be back in a while.......he said&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The waiter came back ...with the change....and an envelope ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she offered him the change .as the tip ....but he asked her about the envelope....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he told her ....he found it on the table ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she looked at it ......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the envelope had ..." To my goli"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the waiter left ....and she opened up the envelope .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it had a card ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she assumed ...it to be a lovy-dovy card again.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;read it ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it had&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" You are invited to pay last tributes to ...Mr *******, "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she doubly checked the name...it was my name there ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she didn't believed it .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i had drank the coffee ....with her and now ...she was holding up the invitation card&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to my last rituals ...ceremony&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a tear started to fell from her eyes ....onto the card ,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she looked in the envelope ....for more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it did had ....a note and ring&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the ring she looked at it .....and it seemed her the same as described in the blog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and she read the note .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Shona (goli) ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you once said ...its too easy say things ..but its tough to make them a reality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you said ...."i had the guts to say but never had the guts to make it come true...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so today , call it my motive or the game of destiny ....its coming true ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the note was stained in blood .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She noticed i was silenced by her interruption to have assumed me to have survived&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the curse of destiny ...which in real was something she was holding up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in her hands ......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;he wakes me up from my wandering thoughts ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why is it that i am unable to move on ?....i started with my questions&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Because you wished to keep all secrets to yourself .....but in the end you gave up all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;even when knowing ..what would be the result .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You showed her ...the real you.....and all your problems ..all the reality behind that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and who in this world ...is the person , who wants to live a life with problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Your constant fear of death , that never lets you live , and the urge to be with everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;never lets you die.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;his replies ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why cant I be with her ?....when i can love her more than anyone else.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why she never understands me and my feelings....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Its not under our or any humans control to write their own destiny , the only thing in our hand is to lessen the effects of what has to happen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Your feelings for her ...are your own ....and i don't know about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but no one can be forced to love someone.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it comes naturally , if she wishes to not&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;love you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;then nobody in this world can help you with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe she doesn't want to be with someone like you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;who is a problem person....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;or she thinks your feelings, are just a part of sympathy plan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;or you just are faking everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;U can never make someone trust you....its all about their choice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I looked concerned ....and not satisfied with the answers ....i hate myself ...for not understanding things....and even not paying attention to things which take me the other way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What do you want ??....he asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to be with her ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;be the special someone in her life ....that make others want to be her in next life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;then just go ahead...he added to my words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But its not that easy especially with me ..struggling through my life...have concerns&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;about everything......and that really shifts my focus from her ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;with her changing her decisions and really not understanding me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it adds onto my frustrations....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She says i do it all for sympathy ..as if its of my choice ...that my life is this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When trying to fight ...with every problem ...i wish to give up at times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and i never could experience life out of problems .....and I never could call someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;to be with me...as i never wanted to reveal my unluckiness ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But she gave up ...on her decision to be with me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it made it easy for me...to reveal every aspect of my life ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it did hurt that she gave it too soon on ....the thought of being with me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;her changing life ...her changing thoughts .....just made me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;so unimportant in her life ....that i still cant face her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Even if i have her...i cant be sure of my life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;even i am not sure ...if she takes it as a joke or not , as if it is a joke for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;till now ...how will she react if she gets affected by ...being a part of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;will she make a quick decision to leave ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am not sure ...if she will make those extra efforts ..knowing that there are so many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;better people with better life than me...after her......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She never gave me any reason to be glad about ..and nor did she respected my feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;so my fears are normal....and the glitch to trust her ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;he wiped the tears coming out my eyes , and said&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it not in your hands...so you cant do anything.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You neglected your feelings ... while taking care of her ...from yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and this she couldn't know ...as they were your own willing efforts ....and she would&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;never understand it ...so stop forcing her ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;this could only be observed and she gave no efforts in that regard and calls it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that you did nothing .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One thing to notice is that she is happy without you and she was not , when she was with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;she selects that kind of life for her .....and no one can stop her ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;" He is a better choice for her than you "......he said making a point .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know , he is better than me in all aspects but how can i make my feelings understand&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;this thing ......who are not ready to give up and try to make an effort.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;he starts and makes efforts to make me understand ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Try and understand ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;if you die ....this time ....or at any other stage of life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;she would still move on , then why try and affect her in any way ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What if she comes to you and something happens to her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;will you be able to forgive yourself ...Nope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that would be more regretful , then letting her know about you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;or keeping distance from her ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Every point stands justified and life turns still ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and i am all in tears ...trying to be in reality ...than being in assumptions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and it made me feel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;she was never wrong ....with what she did ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I could never understand her .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I take a leave with her memories .....from that place&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i bend to take his blessings ..and i could see him emotional too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The only thing i can be glad about my life ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;is that i tried to love someone ...with true feelings ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;maybe its the destiny that wants life to run this way.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/3006972658308807261/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/06/last-ii.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/3006972658308807261" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/3006972658308807261" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/06/last-ii.html" rel="alternate" title="Last - II" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-236323976908895149</id><published>2012-06-19T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-19T11:50:20.859-07:00</updated><title type="text">Last - I</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Living without her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;my life is not prone to destiny anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am all lost ...searching for a simple thing to hold onto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All i see is the end....to everything ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I take steps ..to find answers to some questions.....the questions left answered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i felt sharing my life ...with people will fetch me my answers......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nor did she cared enough.....nor the people of the world she belongs to .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have no-one to go to ...other than one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Someone....who helped through my tough times.....and with the blessings of whom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I could be the part of her life......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was greeted by someone at the door....who welcomed me in....and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;asked me to wait for a while.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"he is busy with some ceremony ....and will soon be here....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This place i remember ....the first time i visited ...the place had the fruit of peace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;as all tensions came to an end ...here.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This was the place ...where i was given a sneak peak into my future......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and i couldnt do anything about it....and now i am here....just the way i was predicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My focus ......shifted to the arrving steps of the person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I bent down to touch his feet....and he blessed me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He very well knew the reason.....but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;he stopped to ask about my parents health....to which i replied affirmatively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;with all the respect....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was looking for a reason to start the topic ....and he gave me one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and it all came in .....at once.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;U know , how i feel guility ...about what all happened to Mom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and how i get to know....what all made it happen from you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that really made me hate myself more ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;U warned me ....of the dangers to my life ..and to the ones i cared ...due to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and u asked me to stay away from them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I stopped ....to look at him...but he all did smiled.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I did what you stopped me from.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the most unluckiest fell in love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So where is she ?...he asked...i would like to meet her ....he added&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;she left me alone , as she said ....she never loved me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but i am unable to realize it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and i dnt knw what to do......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So how are your studies going ??.....he asked just when i finished ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i looked at him....and said.."My words dnt matter at all "....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He paused and said .."We have other problems to tackle..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You are on a verge of dying...and this time...it would be more difficult to survive......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;if you will survive ....you will live till the 30th year ...when similar situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;will again take place .....to test you ...on your willingness to live.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And i see you ...and my hopes fear ...as you dont seem to be willing to live life more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The fears take over ....as the day it is going to happen ..gets closer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;he just stopped there....with his words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I was totally not afraid ...what had made me change so much&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that i dnt care even about my life...I have to ask people to take care of me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;which they take it ..as i am asking for sympathy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I used to never believe ....even she used to think like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I didnt feared about the death ..after i got to know ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have to live by ..just 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Not my choice ...but not in my hands to change it either.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am gifted all this ...as a part of my life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Unluckiness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Life till 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a love and caring nature...that often creates problem for me....that i want people to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;replicate...for me too.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/236323976908895149/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/06/last-i.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/236323976908895149" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/236323976908895149" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/06/last-i.html" rel="alternate" title="Last - I" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-7898017669229843687</id><published>2012-06-17T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-19T10:13:43.453-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apologizing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cheating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conversations"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="destroyed"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entirely your story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="even if i be away from you"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feelings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reasons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="someone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suffering"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unaware"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unluckiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="walking"/><title type="text">I ll be only yours.....even if i be away from you</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Apki marzi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Think whatever you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Waise what have you done to be the one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;you can't even walk with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;so whatever you do or think is entirely your side of cooked up story......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I found this while going through our conversations.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to tell her the reasons ...but may be she wont care about it......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She came ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was seeing her after a long while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;she just wanted to remind me ....of our mutual friends birthday....which i remembered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She asked .."How are you ?".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My phone fell off...my hands ....as we talked to each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;asking each other formal questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She picked up the phone....and did read the open message from her......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But her reactions didn't changed at all.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Are you fine ?.....she asked me ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"If u want , i can help you .....but its you who don't want me to help" .....she added&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Its out of your hands...as you have no other solution other than leaving someone .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;alone ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and the question of walking with you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I knew ...i was unlucky....and knowing that reality ..made me feel i was cheating on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;by letting you be unaware of it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was trying to be away from you...so that you don't get affected by my unluckiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;while my feelings ...wanted me to be close to you..the way it may least affect you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was ready to wait ...until you know all the truth..and decide ....if you wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;be with me...or wanted to leave me .....on my own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The only reason...that i never greed-ed to be something on some-others expenses....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;what made me...to keep distance from you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Because I knew you had a life worth living .....and i had my feelings worth trying for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;your love.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It hurts ....hearing such words from you.....as i always wished for your happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but you never gave me....any credits for it in your life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You used to make fun of my feelings..ignore them.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;then be the sweetest person by apologizing.....and make things be normal again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If you never had the experience of walking next to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I never had that....love from you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe if was easy for you to see me......get destroyed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I could never think of making that happen to you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a tear coming down her eye....cached my attention.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I raised my left hand...to wipe it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and i accidentally stained that with blood ....coming of the hurt-ed hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the blood didn't stopped....and the stains of blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;made her image fade ..to give way to reality....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It was nothing ....just that i was lost to the other world and my hand came in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the closing door of the car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The pain was nothing in comparison to the pain i was suffering from......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There was no one to take care...and no one to be worried.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So a cloth was tied...and i happen to get closer to reality of being the words&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i promised her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;" I ll be only yours.....even if i be away from you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/7898017669229843687/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/06/i-ll-be-only-yourseven-if-i-be-away.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/7898017669229843687" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/7898017669229843687" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/06/i-ll-be-only-yourseven-if-i-be-away.html" rel="alternate" title="I ll be only yours.....even if i be away from you" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-7206900033346072879</id><published>2012-06-11T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T15:30:25.624-07:00</updated><title type="text">"Its always been about you "</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Its always been about you "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Her&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;line...trying to emotionally blackmail me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;when everything failed ....and i was still annoyed ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Again, today ..i tried making her realize ....i did had special feelings for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but her total ignorance to my efforts ...is certainly ..heightened.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel like ...I was never a part of her life ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;when she made it too tough to make her realize .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;" I need some time ".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;her reply...she never gave any negative response ...to my beliefs&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;maybe ...i was her toy....she played with ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;as she is aware of what mattered to me the most ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I used to reply ...i wont stop trying .....until she herself said that ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but that promise ...never could be the part of her reality ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She would feel happy and forget what all had happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and the next time ....the story would remain the same......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;neither she was interested in letting me know of the reason ...of her disapproval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;neither she was interested in letting me go......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When he used to call.....she would just be someone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and in front of me...someone else.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was someone important ...just for the sake of me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and he is important .....for the sake of everything , her life holds for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She always preached reality and practicality ....while she was far away ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;from even being a bit of them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She never understood me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;as she never understood what i meant ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;she calls herself ...mature ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but she is still a child ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know i am wrong all this while ..i have lived upto ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;bearing every fault that turned into a mistake ...that cant be justified nor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;can be resolved....just liked an engraved part of my life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;just like a scar..which reminds of the happenings in the past..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I used to fear future...from getting influenced from the past..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;as it showed my life was not worth living....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The day i told her my secrets...why i hated my life so much..why is it so difficult&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;to be with me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She grabbed on whatever she felt like useful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;but never understood ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I would never say ..I am perfect for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know there are hundreds of boys ..who would be just like the way you wish for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dnt know ....How much my love is ?...and how much it matters to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I just wanna say " I love you "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I cant promise you the change but i'll try to change for the rest of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;according to your wish ..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have seen ..people change ...when someone ..makes them feel too important&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Others just feel ...that the person needs to move forward..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and the person who makes that person important , ends up ..hurting sentiments ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;making a joke out of its life ...for others to laugh on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dnt blame the person , who felt so important ...nor the world does ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;with the difference being that i love that person and that person is a part of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If i would be found mentioning on the streets to a random stranger ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;about ....the world only thinking about themselves ..and just wanna be a part of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;someones life ....for a gain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;gain being ..he is resourceful....and they can utilize it well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and these people .are always found lacking the power..to be themselves in life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;they survive on others....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I LL be called MAD by that stranger and others earing my thoughts which i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;shared....as they are too comfortable with this fact ...in their life ....&lt;br /&gt;and they don't care about me.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Atlast i am paid too much for taking care of her......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;protecting her from my unluckiness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and expected her ...to believe in my feelings......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She is not a child , she can take care of herself....all she used to complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;when i tried to take care of her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I felt bad when my care would turn into her grief.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know i am very bad ..at helping you to be with me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;that's why i am out of your life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;not because of we want different things from life .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;its just that you never wished for someone like me....in your life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/7206900033346072879/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/06/its-always-been-about-you.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/7206900033346072879" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/7206900033346072879" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/06/its-always-been-about-you.html" rel="alternate" title="&quot;Its always been about you &quot;" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-8576109088517482682</id><published>2012-06-08T14:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-08T14:28:49.640-07:00</updated><title type="text">You Always Knew Everything .....</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Her message ..made me go back again....&lt;br /&gt;the time...someone would never wish to be in...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i had everyone blaming me for just love .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all alone , struggling to get my life right ...with everything losing hope &lt;br /&gt;on my survival....either all i was waiting for things to happen or being just by myself&lt;br /&gt;being blamed ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mutual friend ...didnt cleared things for me.....&lt;br /&gt;She used to say ..she was my best friend ....but at this moment she took her side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You knew everything from the starting "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that everything included ....just her , me ...and that she hated to be in relationship&lt;br /&gt;and that she used to trust me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never came to know about him...his bonding with her ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that affect me ?if he is friend or more than friend ?&lt;br /&gt;..my friend's question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who used to claim ....it used to be terrible to live without me...&lt;br /&gt;who used to cry ...when i used to get hurt ....&lt;br /&gt;did she faked it all ?...knowing my feelings for her .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a person who doesn't value feelings ....&lt;br /&gt;with a life full of judgements ...i learned to keep the people who cared near......&lt;br /&gt;and that what i always tried to know through my questions ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to knw..whether a person respects ..or make fun of my feelings or importance i give &lt;br /&gt;to that person in life .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew it all ....since the beginning ...then why she used to fake those&lt;br /&gt;tears ....when she had to let me go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she used to justify everything ....make those last attempts ...to continue &lt;br /&gt;ahead in life together ...when she knew how it going to be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she let me ..consider her parents like mine ...&lt;br /&gt;when she knew ..she never could let me ...relate to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she used to make those extra efforts ...&lt;br /&gt;say that she wanted more time..to know me...to decide....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she knew her decision from her starting ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she let me ...be to her party &lt;br /&gt;when she knew ...she was going to end the link that joined us .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she didnt deleted me....&lt;br /&gt;when she knew ..i was the only problem for her ...when i was online.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she let me be a part of her life ...&lt;br /&gt;when she knew .she had to ignore me ...one day ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she let me ...feel important &lt;br /&gt;when she knew ..she had to make me realize i was a no-one ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she didnt end it all ..when i first expressed my feelings for her &lt;br /&gt;when she had to end it ...after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why only when i just tried to confront her ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember , she once said &lt;br /&gt;" think before you speak , as the words may hurt others ..and they may never be able to&lt;br /&gt;forget that "....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was only applicable for me...as i was expected to come out with words out of&lt;br /&gt;total frustration ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i saw ...myself being made fun off ..by her and her friends ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and two persons ..telling everyone ...that they love her ...and she also loves them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When anyone used to ask me....all i had to say was...I am a no-one ..to decide..&lt;br /&gt;all i have is my feelings ....let her decide what is best for her ..and i wish for being &lt;br /&gt;that one .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back ....all she used to say &lt;br /&gt;that he was only her friend ....&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;it all started ..when the call at night by him...started to pinch a bit ...&lt;br /&gt;the only thing was ....if he was just a friend ...then calling at night , everyday&lt;br /&gt;seems a bit unusual ....&lt;br /&gt;and her drastically changing reviews ...on him ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from being just a friend to he needs me....&lt;br /&gt;i have known him for more than i knw you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ending on her wish to get married to him....she did phrased it in a way it seemed that i forced&lt;br /&gt;that on her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene at her bday party ...with everyone ....assuming them a couple ....&lt;br /&gt;and an facebook incident ...a status update changed to a...in all ...description of a hidden&lt;br /&gt;love story ...&lt;br /&gt;and she happily accepting everything with ease......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my fault is that questioned to much ...tried to know..the reality &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just asked her ....about what all this meant ?&lt;br /&gt;but she always used to ...go round and round about the topic .....&lt;br /&gt;never clearing things ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine....added onto my problems ...as he too tried expressing too much...&lt;br /&gt;and when i got to know....through his spread rumours.....it was all an end ..&lt;br /&gt;and i just asked her ...to end that issue....&lt;br /&gt;to which she resisted ...and it ended everything for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never actually gave any attention to her...making fun of my feelings or me..in front &lt;br /&gt;of her friends..with me able to hear everything .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did said ...." she would ignore me ..and never wanted to see me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I dnt feel like talking to......you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It added to her fun ...as always , when i used to hear everything she used to embarass me&lt;br /&gt;...and she used to question my self-respect too .....&lt;br /&gt;which i used to ignore ..as i didnt wanted to worsen the situation more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i never had ....my answer and all i had were her excuses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected ...anyone to take my side ..as i never wished too....&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was the world to be with her ....&lt;br /&gt;a world that didnt included me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything got reminded ....when her words reached me....&lt;br /&gt;"If i shall meet you in the future...i'll ignore you ..&lt;br /&gt;I neva said anything lyk dat....you were my best friend ..wid whom I cud tok abt any &lt;br /&gt;stupid stuff .&lt;br /&gt;However ....v both want diff things frm lyf ....&lt;br /&gt;dat is d reason .....v dnt tok...nt becoz i hate you or anything .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate you ....she never said that ?&lt;br /&gt;lie ...she used to end every sentence with that ...&lt;br /&gt;with all i got to hear ...was either she hated me...or he needed her ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those moments ....still hit me hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe..she may have forgotten ...&lt;br /&gt;she asked me not to talk to her ....unless she literally typed in she wanted to talk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wid whom ..i cud tok abt any stupid stuff .....&lt;br /&gt;maybe she meant ..i was a tym pass ...as it beens 6 months and she never called&lt;br /&gt;and went offline ...when i used to be online...&lt;br /&gt;Put me ...in her restricted list on facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last ...&lt;br /&gt;her ignorance ....you were my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;if i was her best friend...then y such justification.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this wont make her realize ...she did everything right ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse myself....to have fallen for her...&lt;br /&gt;i curse myself ..to have considered her parents as mine...&lt;br /&gt;and thought about them....before taking any step of confrontation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew....no one would understand my feelings....&lt;br /&gt;as the one ..the feelings was for .....never cared about it...&lt;br /&gt;and i dnt feel like confronting her lies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wish everything stopped for a while , as i struggled to be in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i m chasing my life ...but all i end up with ...something that is not worth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;my efforts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I see her from a distance waiting for my arrival....this is the first time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i was late .....otherwise .....i could be seen waiting there for hours ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I just fasten up my steps to reach up quickly to be beside her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I reach and i stood next to her ...waiting to be noticed ...but maybe she ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She seemed upset ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe just because i came late ....I thought....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I got down on my knees ....and streched my ears ..to make her realize i was sorry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;for making her wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But she still ignored....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;At last , she broke her silence .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think , you can live without me ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now , its the time that i should leave....you alone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and choose whosoever you want to make the part of your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now, hearing all that , made me give up on my efforts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;to make her believe in my feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Its not that i got over her...its just that i have got over the feeling to make her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;believe in....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I still have the feelings for her...but i dnt think they worth anything for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I just said.." I did what all i could do , hurting you as least as possible....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and i did stopped myself from hurting you more..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I want you to be the part of my life...but i think its too much to you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;as what all i have to give you....is not enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I did , what all i could do .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She got frustrated ...and yelled&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;" you did nothing , you are all involved in your dreams&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;all you care about is you ...and no-one else ...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;WE can never be together....be it your world or mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Will you meet me again ? i asked ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"I dnt want to see your face ...and i ll ignore you as if i dnt know you...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;if you ever come across me...in future.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She disappeared leaving the drops ...in the air......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;as i came back to reality ..getting illusioned by those drops ...on the glassy entranced&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;sprinkled ..as it was getting cleaned by some worker ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After all this , the wish to see her strengthened in me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;as it had been days ...since i last met her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i walked on ..to find some way to reach her place....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;while walking down the distance from the market to her place ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I thought all about ....what all i would say to her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;try to make her realize , she did wrong or make her realize in feelings....I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;have for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and how difficult is it for me ....to live without her......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;will she accept me back ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;will she accept my love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;will i be someone important in her life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;will she make me a part of her life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;all these questions , i feared off .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and i reached the midway of the road..on the divider ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i looked up ....and saw her coming on her vehicle ...wearing RED....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i recognized her from her eyes ...with her head and face covered......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I didnt looked back....as i was unable to hold back my tears ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe she slowed down or stopped or simply moved on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I stood there ...till she was gone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I so much , to talk to her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;so much to tell....but i remembered what she said about ignoring me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i feared ...if she did ignored , i wont be able to live anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i know , i have to die one day....earlier than everyone else....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;but the times like these ....makes me vurnerable to end it now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I felt all alone..again......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Devastated by the neglections .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i start to fear life ....more...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the fear hits every aspect of my life.......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the closest being .....the wish for her comeback...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the neglections make me think ..and realize that it just could be my another&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wish just like these ....neglected to be a part of reality...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my mind stumbles ...on fears&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and my heart negotiates ..to make the countable chances of his wish being true..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;remains preserved...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The heart as ever wish for her ....happiness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but wants to be with her too...both being poles apart realities....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get a call , someone wanted me...he wished to see me.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and he being the reason...that i never pick up unknown calls...i was called&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i had an offer...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was fearing down....as now i dont want to work into anything that doesnt stand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;justified on principles.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my hand retaliates to every single motion around me....and i m fearing down...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the cup in my hand bearing the trembling fingers.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i m waiting for him.....why ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe i know ...he may agree and make me work in something good....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he comes ...walks towards my table.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i m all into my table...trying to hide under it ....so that no-one sees me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as i know people may just recognize me ...and show pity on my condition...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i look at him....and envy the style ...he had...which i deserved.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i know how he makes up all that money ....even i can do that....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but the main reason....i dnt wanna get into all that....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i need your help."....me as straightforward as possible......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"sure"..first shall we order something...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the treat is on you....he said..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i checked my pockets ..i hardly had any cash...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was wearing a shirt...my father bought me....long time back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;when he was well.....it still looked new.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it was enough to make him jealous...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he very well knew ....my condition...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so he just boasted his money out...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;just to take my mind of him....i looked around in the cafe...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i observed a girl and a boy sitting on the table right near the glassy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;entrance of the cafe....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the girl looked simple ...the boy reminded me of my incident with her..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as he was constantly checking his pockets for cash under the table ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as the girl ordered.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it was the day , she had asked me to accompany her ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the reason was unknown to me....just her purpose was clear...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she had to buy her..MBA form from some bank...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i was late ...as usual ...never on time personality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it was not that hard to have the form..or i missed that part by being late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;after she had her form...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she took me...to a low budget restaurant ...still famous though&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to eat something&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but it was full and though over crowded...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so we finally settled down for this cafe....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and under the table i constantly compared my pocket with their rate list.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i knew i couldnt afford a cup of coffee that expensive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but with her ..it seemed ..it worth nothing...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he pulls the chair....after having a look at all the fridged items ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as i settled for just a coffee for me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it brought me to the present....with the waiter serving the order on the table...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he constantly talked ...but i was just involved with the couple sitting on the other table&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;they made me live those moments back...that day again...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;getting to the point...i asked him..for help&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;help to make me join some company for internship ...i knew it was not at all difficult&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for him....but the question was ..."why would he do it ?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he enquired about my requirements and my abilities, and what kind of work i wanted&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be in...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the end , he asked ..why this ? you are good at the work you used to do ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and you used to earn ...well too.....;you should come back....i ll help you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you can work under me..and i wont treat you as a junior....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and no one would ever mention what happened in past.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i knew , they were all words...he never meant any of them...he wanted to worsen my condition&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and take advantage.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just want you to help me..with what i want..i dnt want to go back to anywhere....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so shall i leave ?...he asked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i will look into what i can do to help you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he asked for bill....and the waiter stood above me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i cant pay ...he knew....so moved to him....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he paid him...and left.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the waiter came back with the change...it was twice the amount of the bill....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i asked for a favour from him...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i asked him to take the money and account it for the couple sitting on that table&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and made sure that their billed amount was equivalent to the change..he came back with&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i put my hands in the pocket and took out some tip ...for him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the amount in total i had ..with me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he smiled and did what i had asked him to do....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he told them...the treat was free for them...due to the ocassion of the celebrations&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of that cafe...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was still there....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;when the girl said ..." lets order something more....."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;its free...".....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the boy made an excuse and they both left ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe he was worried .....that the cafe persons may change their minds on giving&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything for free and he may have to pay double.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the waiter passed my table ...and i thanked him ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I stood up from my place to be at that table ...where i once sat with her....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the constant talks about here and there....and me trying to boast or state the reality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of condtion in my own way.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still have her....with me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i believe....maybe not forever..but i do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/1758138936171227412/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/05/unknown-v.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/1758138936171227412" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/1758138936171227412" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/05/unknown-v.html" rel="alternate" title="Unknown - V" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-8622461451047610591</id><published>2012-05-24T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-24T12:02:39.891-07:00</updated><title type="text">Unknown IV</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was afraid ..as i had my experiences to fear that....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Been totally lost to life and lost in life ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything sets too apt for my introduction....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She would ask me everytime..she got a chance ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What is that secret about you ?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i couldnt tell...and i cudnt lie to her too...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so i just told her ..."The day you wish to leave , the day i ll make my last try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to stop you ....by telling you the secret ...even when i am aware of the fact , that it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wont stop you ..but it would strengthen your steps ahead ..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and then she would just laugh...and change the topic ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I always knew that she would leave me ....to move forward in life ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the fact i had kept closer to me ....more than she was..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shona, that was the name ....i gave her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and maybe untolerable to her .....so she would ask me to speak her name instead&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of all this .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes , the way she used to say , did hurt ..but i never felt too bad or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i just ignored it ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Shona&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter , how much you hurt me.....i can never even think of getting hurted for all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;those small reasons ...by you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are more important to me ....than even me....."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish to take those words back.....as it gave her unlimited chances to hurt me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and me being fine with everything she did.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;even sometimes i feel , she did everything purposely....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as she never wanted me .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but the heart never agrees to what the mind has to say..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the heart still awaits her comeback.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just had nothing to say to anyone...as everyone blamed me for everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;her friends ..and every other person...(who knew nothing about what happened)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she got away ...from realizing she did anything wrong&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe ..realizing may have made her comeback....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and no-one wanted us to be together...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After she broke my trust, i dnt trust anyone ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i wish to be alone...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was all by myself ...again .....having heard of a rejection...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this was the time ....i was prone to accept anything that promised her presence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in my life ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was it out of greed ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;definetly not ....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I felt ..everything was going against me..as i let her leave&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;knowing that she was someone whom i love...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/8622461451047610591/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/05/unknown-iv.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/8622461451047610591" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/8622461451047610591" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/05/unknown-iv.html" rel="alternate" title="Unknown IV" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-6067760102658951573</id><published>2012-05-05T09:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-05T09:18:58.451-07:00</updated><title type="text">Unkown III</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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She failed to understand me ..and Now i dnt feel like ..to be understood&lt;br /&gt;
May be i have given up hope of getting understood..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My failure ..is not accounted by this very rejection ...&lt;br /&gt;
but ..i have nothing else to talk about ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SHe replied ..." HEy i knw u have feelings for me ..but i dnt wanna be in a relationship"&lt;br /&gt;
i respected her feelings ...but i wanted to know the reason behind ..it&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe she is doubting me because of any of her past experiences ....that failed&lt;br /&gt;
as she told me .." she hated the tears and longing part of love ..."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just tried to ensure ..that my feelings were true ...&lt;br /&gt;
as its said .." U should atleast try and make them believe in you and trust you ..rest&lt;br /&gt;
is all what has to happen.."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe i shouldn't have ....because not everyone care about the feelings ..all they&lt;br /&gt;
look for are people who they can play with ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I dnt have any feelings for him..But i would feel bad if he hurts himself because of me.&lt;br /&gt;
.."&lt;br /&gt;
i just had lost my heart to her on this , as in my life ..i had never seen anyone talking&lt;br /&gt;
like this ..caring for others ..i was touched ..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But , the feeling was short lived ..so was my happiness to be ..assuming ..one day i ll&lt;br /&gt;
surely make her trust ..me ..and my feelings&lt;br /&gt;
i was trying too hard ..to have her trust..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cared about nothing else in this world , when i had her ..&lt;br /&gt;
even if others were running to be somewhere ..i was taking easy steps in life ..just&lt;br /&gt;
to enjoy the moments of life with her...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All was well , until i started doubting myself...the failures had grown ..aside&lt;br /&gt;
while i was busy wondering about my future ....it was hard for me to bear&lt;br /&gt;
when i started realizing the present situations of my life...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What would life be ?if i continue to fail in life ..as when i look back all i see are&lt;br /&gt;
failures ...a restless life ..continuing to achieve something ..something that's still&lt;br /&gt;
to be reached ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Would she accept me ?&lt;br /&gt;
As i had kept secrets from her ..about my reality ..&lt;br /&gt;
about my conditions ..she knew all what i had told her ...&lt;br /&gt;
My issues with life ...i wished to keep it with myself ..&lt;br /&gt;
till she chose to be the part of my life ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When i would ask her the reasons , she would enquire about my secrets&lt;br /&gt;
thats what i hadn't told her ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started questioning myself ...is it good to be keeping secrets ?&lt;br /&gt;
all i was looking for a more trust in her and the right moment ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(to be continued...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/6067760102658951573/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/05/unkown-iii.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/6067760102658951573" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/6067760102658951573" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/05/unkown-iii.html" rel="alternate" title="Unkown III" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-7899644698718928096</id><published>2012-05-02T03:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-02T03:32:11.386-07:00</updated><title type="text">Unknown - II</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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hain (she would exclaim to express her shock)&lt;br /&gt;hills visible from here ?&lt;br /&gt;what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes , i replied to her enquiring side , who was doubting my knowledge about that place .&lt;br /&gt;U may call it luck , that i happened to be at that place ....while trying to take the remote corners of the city,&lt;br /&gt;......few days before her ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus moved on....&lt;br /&gt;and i came across a conversation .....&lt;br /&gt;i used to enquire about her well being ....when she had&amp;nbsp; struck her hand ...in an accident .....&lt;br /&gt;and trying to comfort her from the pain ...i tried hitting her with my not so funny jokes ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey , how r u now ?&lt;br /&gt;fine , my hand pains ..its kinda normal now ...its bearable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okk , u recover soon and we'll go for an outing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really ?...and where ? she enquired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats not important ...but we'll be together on ur activa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dnt like to drive ,&amp;nbsp; she hits the bonus point with this ...as she knew i wont force anything on her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ? even i dnt drive ......i said....what about the plan ?&lt;br /&gt;an evening together ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ended the conversation with her favorite words&amp;nbsp; - " Shut Up "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too hard to bear now ....the happiness these moments gave ...i was knowing ....i had someone to be with me&lt;br /&gt;always ....but now every moment just has tears to give ...and the pain to realize ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step down from the bus ..with my hard struck realization guiding my way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach the place ...and i start to ask for favors to get my work done ....&lt;br /&gt;as i know my qualifications arent just enough ...to ensure the work get done ...&lt;br /&gt;" we cant provide u the internship ...as u r lagging our needs "&lt;br /&gt;they all told me ..and smiled !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all blank ...to give back answers ...to their questions .....&lt;br /&gt;I felt alone ...all i needed was the support ...as my life had been full of expectations and &lt;br /&gt;its all spent ....taking into considerations .....everyone's sentiments ...&lt;br /&gt;I know the importance of valuing the feelings attached to U....&lt;br /&gt;U cant hurt them and leave ....&lt;br /&gt;and managing their happiness , hurts your own ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taken aback ......&lt;br /&gt;" Shona , wud u do me a favor ? "&lt;br /&gt;what ?&lt;br /&gt;please get me the details of the training plan from ##### ?&lt;br /&gt;why ?&lt;br /&gt;as i wished to join it , something i love to be .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did , and i am overjoyed ....&lt;br /&gt;But the details were good and i really owed her for her time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fees , the most common case for it to be ignored .....&lt;br /&gt;its was out of the expenses....that i could afford on my own....as getting trained from them&lt;br /&gt;would have made me happy ....but would have made others suffer for just me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to understand this at start ...but all i knew was ....&lt;br /&gt;my priority was changed from being the best in the tech to being the best payed .....&lt;br /&gt;i was considering money over what i could achieve from the skills ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me !...a voice catched me ...unattentive to his words .....&lt;br /&gt;i was unanswerable ....so i accepted my rejection and left ....&lt;br /&gt;i knew i was nothing ...to be offered ..something ....&lt;br /&gt;even i lacked the qualifications to be a part of someone's life .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember ...when i opened my heart to her &lt;br /&gt;Shona , if u promise to be with me forever , I can take on every challenge , the worlds puts me to &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;she reserved her answer .....on this !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was stupid to have taken it as a YES , and started assuming too much !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant ignore ...the fact &lt;br /&gt;i had a life ....which was worth living only for her .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/7899644698718928096/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/05/unknown-ii.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/7899644698718928096" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/7899644698718928096" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/05/unknown-ii.html" rel="alternate" title="Unknown - II" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-8346605169119359288</id><published>2012-04-27T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-27T11:30:25.448-07:00</updated><title type="text">Unkown - I</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Making way through the past , my life dies a million run of future at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But the crave to find all the answers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;what drives me to go back......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;her words are still fresh in my mind :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"if u really wanna know , what happened&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;go back and realize urself ...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe she wants make her self not be blamed ....or whatever reason she has for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;its hard for me to go back ....but i have to ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;just to be with u .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;even if i dnt at my own will , life makes me run back ....for something i lost ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;some precious than my own life i had .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;running back through time , those happier moments are still alive ...who are so unknown to the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;future ...ahead in time ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;there u r my sweet goli( sweetest person alive) and i m ur sweet nautanki (actor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the care ...the will to do anything for u .....is still alive ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;thats not what i had lost in the present ....the thing that makes me die ..is the blind faith i had in u .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Unfortunately , i miss it ...its something i am missing in the present life ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A life ...where i m just suffering ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;to have lost everything i put faith in ...that just goes away in a flash ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have given u ..back ...all what i had taken away ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a profile , without me ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a picture , without my comments ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a mobile , without my call and messages ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the most important , the waste of ur precious time i did ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it all relates to a journey ....an unplanned one ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;where life made me experience ....everything we shared ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was not at all knowing ..anything that was going to happen ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had a day of past ...knocking on the door of my life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;saying : " here are ur moments that u spent ...happily "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;they were just needed to be remembered again "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I sat in the bus , cursing myself ...again for every wrong thing that was happening that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it was not about the things that were going wrong , it was the life ....that had taken a wrong turn ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;to have left her behind ...or she may have willingly stepped out ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I m restless about journeying this life without her .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the bus conductor ....asked me to buy the ticket ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;to which i handed over the money to him and marked my destination ......the end point of the route of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;bus ....I was unaware of the route of the bus ...the only thing i was sure of was that it would make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;reach my destination ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the journey started ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i was calmed ....i had my phone .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and just to take my mind of things ...i started to read the messages ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but it was of no good ...as my mobile never had a single message from anyother person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;....my inbox was full with her messages ...ranging from a simple "hi " to a message wishing good morning ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;from her enquiring &amp;nbsp;questions ...to her excuses ...for something wrong ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;they all were still there ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i cudnt take my eyes off my mobile , as i loved reading her messages ...as in that way i felt somewhat nearer to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but the bus stopped ...getting out the conjusted market ...near a park ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it was where she celebrated her cousin's birthday ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i am reminded of all what we talked ....that day .....even when the signal problem was there ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but we were connected .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I looked back ....and i saw the flint of hills ....in the background ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i softly said to myself ...." i was correct shona , the hills are visible from here " .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the bus went on .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;as if &amp;nbsp;as if asked by the surroundings ...to hurridly move on......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;as mybe they were getting bothered...they all felt saying ...independently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;" I dnt want u to here , plzz leave and i never called u bacK....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so the bus , moved on ...and i read her messages .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the message i came across was ...." hey "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the reason of her overwhelming approach to start the conversation was ...that " she had hit herself ,while travelling on her activa " .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i was agitated by this ....i had no words then ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but had just one thing ....on my mind .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;" just wanted her to recover back to normal ...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i called her stupid , uncaring , and evrything i felt like calling her sweetly ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i had a mix of reactions ..anger and care both fighting each other to dominate me .....but both fell weak simultaneously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the anger of a lover ...and the care ...she used to ask upon by telling me everything ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shona , u changed to me ....the person who never wished to be surviving on sympathies , had&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nothing else to look for from others ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So , i wish to keep the distance from others ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(to be continued....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/8346605169119359288/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/unkown-i.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/8346605169119359288" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/8346605169119359288" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/unkown-i.html" rel="alternate" title="Unkown - I" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-1398015816790534927</id><published>2012-04-18T12:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-18T12:05:18.253-07:00</updated><title type="text">Forever....</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
fearing down the life...&lt;br /&gt;
my habits are changing too&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the one who used to be with u always&lt;br /&gt;
is alone forever..its true....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
u smile , u laugh...it makes no difference&lt;br /&gt;
to u...how someone is surviving without u&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
expectations grew.....emotions new...&lt;br /&gt;
now ....even the world has lovers..numbered few....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
whenever i m online , i cant get my eyes off ur profile&lt;br /&gt;
looking for something abt me...which for ages i havent seen&lt;br /&gt;
maybe u lost me..u forgot me...u deny my existence in ur life..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
maybe ..i should kept the secret untold...&lt;br /&gt;
and maybe ....should have blinfolded to ignore ur cheatings....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
whenever u lied....i meant something to u....&lt;br /&gt;
it revived a living life in me...&lt;br /&gt;
but what abt the sorrows u gave.....&lt;br /&gt;
they kill all the moments for me...&lt;br /&gt;
making me realize ....how unimportant is it&lt;br /&gt;
to live without ....U&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
wishing every next moment ....be the end...&lt;br /&gt;
coz u r not there....and i m not alive....&lt;br /&gt;
surviving through all this....just for ur smile....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it feels alright...i calm myself down&lt;br /&gt;
but the hatred grew..not for U..but for my own life now&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i down with tears , every now and then....&lt;br /&gt;
things have completely changed without u&lt;br /&gt;
and i dnt wanna live ....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/1398015816790534927/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/forever.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/1398015816790534927" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/1398015816790534927" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/forever.html" rel="alternate" title="Forever...." type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-2454193210159341994</id><published>2012-04-16T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T04:31:02.315-07:00</updated><title type="text">ComeBack......</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
good night ....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
good night.....why r u sleeping so early today&lt;br /&gt;
she asked....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
coz i have a date...i have to get everything ready..&lt;br /&gt;
for her...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
who is she ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
obviously YOU, do i have anyone else ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
maybe..how wud i knw ?...and she wud laugh ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but i ll be sleeping late..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
never mind, i ll wait for U.....i replied&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she disconnected ...after good night...and this wud always be followed up by a message&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
.....all this is a memory now....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
my heart still wish for her comeback into my life..&lt;br /&gt;
but maybe she was correct .....when she said ...i assume too much about my life...&lt;br /&gt;
it all comes back to leave me in tears again...tearing down my existence a lot more&lt;br /&gt;
each day....&lt;br /&gt;
i shudnt have loved ....i curse myself...or i shudnt have tried too much making things&lt;br /&gt;
complicated for her....as she always believes ....i m the only complication in my life&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i felt so bad...when she disrespected me and my feelings....and did marked my self -respect&lt;br /&gt;
a low .......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but whatever be it , i dnt know ....what all changed life....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i was on ORKUt.....some time ago...and i searched her name...and found her profile&lt;br /&gt;
it made me believed ....it was her , the one i loved ....not the one who disrespected&lt;br /&gt;
feelings.....&lt;br /&gt;
it was so simple....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the profile didnt had a single pic of her .....and yet it was special for me.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i m lost....i m hurted...&lt;br /&gt;
i cant move on...coz maybe i m fullfilled.....coz i found my love..but lost it to faith&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I m out of her life.....now.....i dnt want my shadow ..to be casted on her.....&lt;br /&gt;
i cant be with her.....coz this is what she wants...&lt;br /&gt;
and i dnt have a life to assure her happiness prolonged.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i m eyed to the door , awaiting her arrival....&lt;br /&gt;
my heart says ...she wud come today.....its the first time , i have called her....&lt;br /&gt;
she wud come....she said i mean something to her ....she wud respect that....&lt;br /&gt;
she wud come....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i await...while the time runs....racing with my heartbeat ....thats pacing down with moments&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i m trying to give up my wait..but my heart never accepts ....it stays on...to wait&lt;br /&gt;
a few more......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
just through the glass of water ....i see her..&lt;br /&gt;
she was wearing her usuals....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i got so happy .....and my heart overjoyed.....&lt;br /&gt;
i had no clue..of what made it happen&lt;br /&gt;
but the thing was ..she was there...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i moved up to see...and no one was at the door.....the glass of water casted image&lt;br /&gt;
of the screensaver of the laptop....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
just for some moments...till it became my destiny&lt;br /&gt;
i had a life full of moments to live by......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/2454193210159341994/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/comeback.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/2454193210159341994" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/2454193210159341994" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/comeback.html" rel="alternate" title="ComeBack......" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-943245441960316059</id><published>2012-04-11T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-11T08:14:35.581-07:00</updated><title type="text">For U......</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shona.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
U left me...with a life full of fears ,&lt;br /&gt;
i had plenty of them before u ,&lt;br /&gt;
maybe u didnt cared&lt;br /&gt;
and gifted me some more....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
life without u ...is hell...&lt;br /&gt;
i have lost everything in life....and now i am giving up on it&lt;br /&gt;
everyday....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
please come back...but come back with a promise ..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Promise .&lt;br /&gt;
that maybe the end of you , the end of me ...and the end of the life&lt;br /&gt;
existing without U...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
feeling remain silenced ..and they have given up and slept...just like a child&lt;br /&gt;
given a fake assurance of what he desires...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but the truth ..lies&lt;br /&gt;
and the change never come...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i was with my friends ...trying to be in the outside world without u....&lt;br /&gt;
they all met ...explained....their busy schedules..making fake promises of meeting again&lt;br /&gt;
but it all lies in between ...something known as trust...they are friends&lt;br /&gt;
they wont betray.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but i m fearing to trust anyone....after what u did to me....&lt;br /&gt;
trust is now something ....that has no value....&lt;br /&gt;
its all fake for me.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
just like ...i was a part of life is a lie ..for everyone who is part of ur life&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she said once....words as it quoted&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
" if i shall meet u in the future....i ll ignore ..U "&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
these words meant that she felt so disgraced to have known me...and i never knew that&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
we went to meet our old friend ...who had become a playboy&lt;br /&gt;
with the activities he had got into with the opposites.......&lt;br /&gt;
the title was apt on him...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
he was waiting for his tution mate to come ..and he called us ..to meet him down&lt;br /&gt;
his coaching place..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
we were surprised ..were they only two , who were studying there...&lt;br /&gt;
but the reply sorted all that.....they were only two attending classes that day&lt;br /&gt;
and all others had opted for an off for that day..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
somehow ...my friend had some news abt his tution mate..&lt;br /&gt;
which he discussed.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the discussion...went off in a while....and it hit me hard of the three persons&lt;br /&gt;
present there....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
they actually made fun ...of the sentiments and feelings ..she had for her bfs&lt;br /&gt;
in her past relationships...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and how they broke up in the end.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
they all had their reasons to laugh.....but i saw &amp;nbsp;a replica of my life...in her story&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
they all laughed ..while i felt ached...something in me...asked me ?&lt;br /&gt;
wud they laugh at ur story too ?&lt;br /&gt;
i wasnt sure....i was no different from her ...in the story of love..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i got so insecure ..that i never told anyone...abt my story after that....&lt;br /&gt;
and never laughed on anyone's story....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it all made me ..realize ....i was all alone in life....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
" I have no-one to be with ..without u , as no one understood me ...more than u do"&lt;br /&gt;
:(&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/943245441960316059/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/for-u.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/943245441960316059" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/943245441960316059" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/for-u.html" rel="alternate" title="For U......" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-8985794935347171847</id><published>2012-04-11T08:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-11T08:12:45.706-07:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i felt so wrong ...and maybe bcoz u felt so right ...&lt;br /&gt;
after doing all what u did....and nothing that counted...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
taking aback by ur actions ...and cursing to have loved&lt;br /&gt;
i m all down the ashes ....and no one respects.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i deserve this....coz u end things in a furry ..to be ahead in ur life&lt;br /&gt;
all thanks to the deserving charm of him....to have won over u&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
u did all wrong ....broke my trust .....made me felt so helpless&lt;br /&gt;
as u pondered ur conditions on me...treated me like a pet ..serving U....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
just by ur conditions , i had u and if not , i had lost u forever&lt;br /&gt;
and this for ..the trust u broke...i indeed paid a very heavy price to u&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
never ever .....think of saying "go back to the past and see .."&lt;br /&gt;
coz its not ..me who is assuming ....but it was U who used me .and now forgot...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
things are too tough.....to accept when u r wrong......and thats what u r good&lt;br /&gt;
at....turned me out when i just caught u ..breaking my trust....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i never broke ur trust....maybe i shud have and been like others&lt;br /&gt;
and not been a fool .standing apart from others...&lt;br /&gt;
as it had been a torcher ..believing ...u wont be there ..when i need U&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
there will be just words ..just an excuse ....to feel sorry and never feel&lt;br /&gt;
guility ...to have never been there when i needed u...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
be with whosoever ....u wanna ..be with&lt;br /&gt;
even if u feel bad...or feel good....u have a win win situation to live with&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i m all alone...i fear to trust anyone now.....&lt;br /&gt;
thanks....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/8985794935347171847/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/i-felt-so-wrong.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/8985794935347171847" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/8985794935347171847" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/i-felt-so-wrong.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-8398726364404047020</id><published>2012-04-08T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-08T15:08:57.826-07:00</updated><title type="text">HER.....</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Walking down in life....i get to see her as always&lt;br /&gt;
she greets me ...meets me...and she has only one thing to say&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"did nothing worng ....at all"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she would bring tears down my eyes ....would write so much against me&lt;br /&gt;
in a private message...but wont committ that she did anything wrong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe i was an easy victim ...and evaluated me very well.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything was clear to me...sine the start...&lt;br /&gt;
with the lie darkening the truth in my existenced sky.......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All i can say....i remember everything....maybe u dnt or dnt want to&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it all started when i came to knw abt him..and i first tried knowing abt him from her&lt;br /&gt;
checking on her feelings.....for him&lt;br /&gt;
"he is just a friend " she told me.......saying that in a way , trying to convince me&lt;br /&gt;
and trust her .....i was blind....to &amp;nbsp;have trusted her...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I m wrecked...and her love story still prevails...&lt;br /&gt;
if she wud have let me know ...truthfully her story....i would have never thought of&lt;br /&gt;
falling for her.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the story that she loved him....the story i got to knw .....months after i first expressed&lt;br /&gt;
my feelings to her....and maybe only because i was lucky that day......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"he threatened me to committ suicide .....if i dnt agree to be with him "&lt;br /&gt;
i was a fool..who entertained all that....or i valued life to a moment to give her some time&lt;br /&gt;
to decide....because i trusted her....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was only important to her .....when she needed me....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
her life is never incomplete .....whether i stay or i dnt....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and even i m lost in assuming too much about my life.......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she never tried contacting me.....and i was unable to be myself ....without her&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she always has everything to share with him...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i add on to the topics&lt;br /&gt;
to be the worst phase of her life.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
him...knew everyone...who was a part of her life......and she had known him......&lt;br /&gt;
more than she had known me.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but it never gave her ...any right to ruin me.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saying "NO" isnt the end....u have to give reasons......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and she gave me ....all the stupid reasons to be with&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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i dnt wanna be with anyone....i wanna be single .....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
if i had to committ , i wud have committed to him...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i dnt feel like being in a relationship.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i m not that expressive as u r....i like keeping things to myself.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
None of them being the reason.......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she threw me out of her life...just like that ..one day&lt;br /&gt;
as if i was nothing....to her...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and she didnt stoped there....&lt;br /&gt;
she said something ....that never had expected...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"NO one knows...U were there at my birthday party .....as one of my best friend's friend"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
keeping me almost out of her life ....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I dnt want u to leave ....&lt;br /&gt;
...........but it wont hurt ...even if u leave" - HER( everytime i said goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/8398726364404047020/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/her.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/8398726364404047020" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/8398726364404047020" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/her.html" rel="alternate" title="HER....." type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-8149488818090334605</id><published>2012-04-01T17:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-01T17:28:21.296-07:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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wishing for happiness .....i m down to begging for it&lt;br /&gt;
as it never came to easy for me....then for the others&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
as i am alone ....i peak into her life...just to see&lt;br /&gt;
if my absence is of any loss to her ......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but all i see is her life complete...&lt;br /&gt;
i had always wished and wanted it to happen&lt;br /&gt;
but i dnt feel good abt it now....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
what has changed in me ?&lt;br /&gt;
maybe the love that hurts me ......when i m alone.&lt;br /&gt;
but i cant do naything abt it....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but the love never lets me move on....it always asks ....me&lt;br /&gt;
to make promises that bound me from leaving ...and makes me live in the past&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its great....to be in memories ...which never meant anything to her&lt;br /&gt;
coz they are everything to me....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i cant force ...nor i can leave her...&lt;br /&gt;
i m all on my own...searching for something that cud make her return&lt;br /&gt;
but all in vain...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she is happy and she wont return for anything bad....&lt;br /&gt;
maybe she has now ....known the fact that i m the unlucky part of her life....&lt;br /&gt;
and no one bothers for the unluckies....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
maybe i ll have to live with this fact...and she now has proved it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she tries to contact.....but i cant let go ...everything that she did&lt;br /&gt;
that made me ruin myself to the present day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I dnt feel like talking to....." her words that just enclose me...&lt;br /&gt;
when i see her online...and even if it difficult to live without talking to her&lt;br /&gt;
it stops me .....from replying .....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
maybe she made a joke out of my life&lt;br /&gt;
everything that was true....saying i was mad&lt;br /&gt;
she thought ...she wont be blamed ...after telling others....&lt;br /&gt;
about me....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sharing my life...even when it was meant to be kept to herself...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i was in love ...solely and even i m in love with her....&lt;br /&gt;
and i have been rewarded the best award of love by her.........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the unwillingness to be with .....me&lt;br /&gt;
the unfaithfulness to me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/8149488818090334605/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/wishing-for-happiness.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/8149488818090334605" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/8149488818090334605" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/04/wishing-for-happiness.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-2592407979002428918</id><published>2012-03-13T11:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-12-09T10:20:29.671-08:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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it was too easy for her to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;
but it was nearly impossible to say I love u&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
all i got , every time was.....just some more about him..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why she was able to hurt me ....the question was too tricky to be answered&lt;br /&gt;
because i believed , before her ...that no one could break the security&lt;br /&gt;
and get through to reach the heart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I felt i was tough to fall in love...and i had huge expectations to let someone&lt;br /&gt;
in...&lt;br /&gt;
the rules and all diminished in front of her..because  i did feel...i did all wrong in my life&lt;br /&gt;
for which i was paying then.....&lt;br /&gt;
too much of uncontrollable drama in the environment, trying to keep even the last breath&lt;br /&gt;
unavailable ...let you feel , the end is better...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
there is always one door that's open for you , in my case it was love&lt;br /&gt;
the one that leaded to be something for someone else..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i thought , at-least i could prove , i meant something for someone...&lt;br /&gt;
because the world never let me close my eyes in peace at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
they had everything to blame me...everything to make me feel....i didn't worth a single&lt;br /&gt;
moment to live......as they believed i was making others life difficult by living&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
they just have something or the other .....to pass their time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
they show concern ...try and brainwash me .....because  they have nothing else to do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i started to hate the world...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and now i m alone again....now even i do have started to make life more unavailable to&lt;br /&gt;
live for myself...coz she proved the answer (i always ignored ) to be the answer to&lt;br /&gt;
my existence....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she once said...."It cant be according to u , how u feel , what u do , what u think&lt;br /&gt;
is always ....right ..according to me ..u r wrong as always".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was touched that my efforts to make a difference pay off ....Like "no one else wud do that for me ..."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
u made me feel special today.......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
everything was may be normal for her...but i had them working for me after a long time&lt;br /&gt;
i knew the importance of being alive every moment that passed by...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i thought i begged for each moment to live for...&lt;br /&gt;
and i felt i was totally dependent on others to live....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone loved the boy , who used to be in its own attitude...and quite a stubborn&lt;br /&gt;
but no one likes the newer version of him....all by others , cud change himself&lt;br /&gt;
an unlimited times just to be with u...&lt;br /&gt;
has a lot to offer...and still begs for little committments&lt;br /&gt;
gets hurt too easily...coz he takes life too seriously&lt;br /&gt;
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his life ....is not stretchable ......it takes him a lot to make someone a part of his life....&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/2592407979002428918/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/03/it-was-too-easy-for-her-to-say-goodbye.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/2592407979002428918" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/2592407979002428918" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/03/it-was-too-easy-for-her-to-say-goodbye.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-5717124719105865009</id><published>2012-03-01T13:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T13:28:38.971-08:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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I m giving up , each and every moment that passes&lt;br /&gt;
by&lt;br /&gt;
i m stuck at that point ....in life&lt;br /&gt;
where she left believing in the feelings i had for her..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
destroying the things on my own.....wasnt easy&lt;br /&gt;
but i never cud destroy it all......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i cud destroy only those moments that were nothing for me..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i cud see him....taking all the steps that bonded him with her&lt;br /&gt;
all the things i had ....when i was with her...him getting slowly hold of&lt;br /&gt;
all that.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it hurts , but u cant do anything ....&lt;br /&gt;
want to be sympathised with...but the sympathy never seems friendly&lt;br /&gt;
with the self respect ....and makes u feel dying is &amp;nbsp;alot better option...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
while she had taken many steps ahead in life ......&lt;br /&gt;
i m still there.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she is so happy in her world.....that she never misses a part of me&lt;br /&gt;
in it......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she tried to talk to.....but she said everything ....other than&lt;br /&gt;
saying that she wanted me to talk to her....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i promised ......her&lt;br /&gt;
that i wont talk to her....unless she asked for...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i m just keeping my promise.....that desires to hurt me to extremes&lt;br /&gt;
it just gets worse everyday.......&lt;br /&gt;
trying to fight the need to talk to everyone....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
a day wud come .....when paining scar on the body....wont match the level of pain&lt;br /&gt;
of an aching heart ....that misses the love .....it wished for&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its difficult to let go ....the emotions that drive me ....to talk to her&lt;br /&gt;
but i need reasons to drive them away.....&lt;br /&gt;
the reasons .....are not many&lt;br /&gt;
sometimes it becomes very difficult for me to ....control myself...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
he maynot have .....experienced all this ...coz he is in her eyes ....someone called&lt;br /&gt;
"sane " and i m the one insane here......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it all gives virtues ....to the fact ...." true love never gets appreciated coz it always&lt;br /&gt;
gives pain , while the fake feelings ....fullfills all the greeds of the lifestyle..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i seriously dnt knw.....what shud i do...&lt;br /&gt;
i m unable to bear this....and unable to get out of this&lt;br /&gt;
coz i never expected her to never understand my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and act so mean.....to show me the way out of her life .....in a day&lt;br /&gt;
just bcoz i was no longer .....wanted by her......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she may give ...any number of excuses ....to hide her fault&lt;br /&gt;
and have person like him , who wud never let her realize .....her fault...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but she wud always regret , that she hurted a loving heart......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/5717124719105865009/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-m-giving-up-each-and-every-moment.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/5717124719105865009" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/5717124719105865009" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-m-giving-up-each-and-every-moment.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-6901521288436505621</id><published>2012-02-07T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-13T10:02:03.143-08:00</updated><title type="text">I Miss U........</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i reached the end of ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;from where i started feeling.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;it doesn't seem ......great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;to have to give up all....what gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;the happiness of my life......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;what it is to have the memories of moments of being loved or the time spent with her ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;hey ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;she said ....as she walks down the stairs ......to be with me .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i m glad to see her.....but unaware of the circumstances ......that are trying to give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;we meet up ....every day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and talk to each other for a while......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and then she would go away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;we sit .....in a park....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and i am sad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;because i am aware of the harsh realities .... that would engulf me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;when i ll open up my eyes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;unaware......or maybe ignoring that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;or just that she doesn't care.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;she is smiling.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i stop myself .....from being blunt ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and then she finds me bore...and leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;she is angry ..about that i don't talk to her......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i don't want to hurt her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;n she doesn't understand , what i m going through........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i care for you ...that's why i am like this ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;otherwise i would have started being with someone else.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;to just give words a way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i just caught up with a recent incident .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i said ...goli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;today , a girl approached me on the streets ....and asked me a way to the recharge shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i thought , she was unknown to the area , so helped her.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and walked ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;her name was same as yours.......which i got to know .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;when her friend called her from a distance to catch up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;she laughed and ......she weirdly questioned ......me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;whether or not i fell for her ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i didn't and i cant .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;its not in my nature .......to even think of being with someone else......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and i even cant force you to ....be with me.....all against your will......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;she runs her fingers ......through my hair......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and i am all down with tears ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i miss being with you in the real world........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;its really difficult for me ....to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;when i open my eyes.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;in that world ....all by myself.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;in the world......in which you hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;you left me all by myself.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i miss telling you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;how much i miss you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;miss your reply to calm me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;making me realize ......you are just a call away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i miss being the part of your life .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/6901521288436505621/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-miss-u.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/6901521288436505621" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/6901521288436505621" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-miss-u.html" rel="alternate" title="I Miss U........" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-255116926362124391</id><published>2012-02-06T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T12:02:42.219-08:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
hey&lt;br /&gt;
i love u......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she wud get angry on this , n wud say "shut up"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but it never made me realize , she meant that in real....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it hurts , when the only words that come out are " u dnt mean anything to me...."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
y she doesnt believe me , when i say i love u.....&lt;br /&gt;
or she has someone else, his love to accept ....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i feel like i deserve every bit of humiliation&lt;br /&gt;
coz i m at fault all the time.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its so much less , that i cud offer her .....for my love&lt;br /&gt;
i have for her.....&lt;br /&gt;
which is so unacceptable for her.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it is like.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i m bounded by chains .....around my body.......&lt;br /&gt;
they are the things that bound my life.......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
they resist my every moment ....and i fell weak in competitng with them......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its all dark ...where i m......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the door opens .....and i can see her .....&lt;br /&gt;
but she cant see me......its too dark for her to be able to see me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i didnt wanted her to see me like this bounded , weak and prone to even a simple care.......&lt;br /&gt;
she wud say and i wud reply......&lt;br /&gt;
its only a voice , she cud hear.......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i feel so unkind to ask her to step into the dark , from light&lt;br /&gt;
just becoz i m unable to.......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
y wud she do that , even if it was love ......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she gives me a .....reply ......"when its never meant to happen , let it go "&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
maybe .....it was too early for her to give up on me......&lt;br /&gt;
or she never understood .....how much i loved her.......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she closed the door........and i m once again&lt;br /&gt;
living in the dark.......with all hopes dying&lt;br /&gt;
of a brighter tomorrow.......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/feeds/255116926362124391/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/02/hey-i-love-u.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/255116926362124391" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180711681522382220/posts/default/255116926362124391" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://aspdires2.blogspot.com/2012/02/hey-i-love-u.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10167908212114966596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180711681522382220.post-6629969616908569877</id><published>2012-02-02T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:50:18.228-08:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
whenever i leave u ....&lt;br /&gt;
even for a while ........&lt;br /&gt;
i regret coming back......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
coz ur life is truely amazing&lt;br /&gt;
without me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
u never needed me ....&lt;br /&gt;
it was me , who was greedy to have u.....to feel complete&lt;br /&gt;
in life.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i did nothing to break ur heart......never broke ur trust&lt;br /&gt;
coz i knew ...what would it be ......if i lost u......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but u did......&lt;br /&gt;
coz there were many persons like me......&lt;br /&gt;
in ur lyf.....&lt;br /&gt;
ready to be a part of lyf......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i knw ....i cant match up ....to their abilities......&lt;br /&gt;
but when u told me......i was special....it changed aspects of everything for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i dnt wanna be in this world....&lt;br /&gt;
where my feelings suffered , to have truely loved someone......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i have no one to blame , other than me.......for all this&lt;br /&gt;
to be so emotional....&lt;br /&gt;
for her to leaving&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i see her happy.....it hurts ......&lt;br /&gt;
seeing her happy .....coz she never was ....when she was with me....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i m being habitual to being sad....&lt;br /&gt;
my eyes cry aloud...&lt;br /&gt;
when she reminds me of her words....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
if i cud ask ....&lt;br /&gt;
what did i had , out of all this ?&lt;br /&gt;
nothing.....&lt;br /&gt;
she got ....all what she wanted....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
now she just wants me to be away , coz she is done with me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she no more wants to be a part of ....her leftover.......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it kills to have changed at her will.....&lt;br /&gt;
which are quoted as u did it for urself......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this isn't me ......and i hate myself....&lt;br /&gt;
and wanna end it&lt;br /&gt;
because this me .....is what she wanted me to be...&lt;br /&gt;
and i hate being this way&lt;br /&gt;
so wanna end it ....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
things arent right ......what they shud have been&lt;br /&gt;
the world shrinks....and this time&lt;br /&gt;
its not me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the time......the moments&lt;br /&gt;
they all make me think of u.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
just living by the emotions....&lt;br /&gt;
and the reason ....to the question...&lt;br /&gt;
what made u go ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i dnt wanna live....and u dnt want me to die&lt;br /&gt;
u can see me suffer.....&lt;br /&gt;
wow&lt;br /&gt;
hatred has grown , so much in the absence of love....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
blood stops....&lt;br /&gt;
and the need to survive lessen&lt;br /&gt;
seeing ur care die.....and ur emotions.....that drived my days...before....it all got away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
whenever i sit to eat......it just seems me to be selfish&lt;br /&gt;
to have never thought of u.....if i had never&lt;br /&gt;
but to have not asked u......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
eating , living ......its all abt me.....&lt;br /&gt;
and i dnt want it.....&lt;br /&gt;
coz its all attached to what u want from me........&lt;br /&gt;
even if it ends everything.... that makes me exist........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
u seem happy .....&lt;br /&gt;
all without me..........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when i see myself ......and had wished to change myself.......&lt;br /&gt;
i was never heard.....&lt;br /&gt;
but now i cud see my wishes come true .......&lt;br /&gt;
in the form of ur happiness&lt;br /&gt;
it makes me believe....that even i m heard ......for some reasons&lt;br /&gt;
be it especially ......when i wish for something good to someone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
let it be.....&lt;br /&gt;
it matters ...that u r happy&lt;br /&gt;
be it without me.....&lt;br /&gt;
coz i never had the decision in my hand...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and now ....all it seems .....&lt;br /&gt;
is the need .....&lt;br /&gt;
to be alone......work on myself......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
stop caring about....coz u got over ur caring part&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
for u&lt;br /&gt;
its all abt ,&lt;br /&gt;
playing with words......&lt;br /&gt;
staying offline , even when u r online.....&lt;br /&gt;
just to &amp;nbsp;avoid ......a loosers word......to ruin ur mood&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i care for her......even after all this&lt;br /&gt;
cant see her un-happy&lt;br /&gt;
just wanna kill myself.....&lt;br /&gt;
just to end ......her problems&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but if i live&lt;br /&gt;
i wud care.......&lt;br /&gt;
n&lt;br /&gt;
she wont&lt;br /&gt;
and this .....hurt me&lt;br /&gt;
and i may hurt her&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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