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//I met you first, when I was at my lowest I didn't know you, and yet, you made me feel comfortable. In those days, when we met, I had nobody, and you, you made me feel special. In those days, I didn't know what to do, but sometimes you make a choice in the moment and you know in your heart it's going to change everything. And in this moment, I trusted you. I supposed that was love, for I hadn't felt so ever before. Our love didn't last long, because of the differences and time, and age, and what would people say, because we were misfits in love, like you said Oh dear, what would people say?! Our love didn't last long, but it did have repercussions, the repercussions of my first love. You left me, and now I am nothing but a shadow cast by your remains, collecting my broken pieces, to be whole again. Since you were gone, I was empty again, but since you were gone, I learnt to put others before myself and since you were gone, I learnt how to communicate and work out problems, and how I wish we communicated. With you gone, and with a feeling of loneliness, here I am moving ahead in love, to bear the repercussions, which they say are hard to forget.// ~Swati
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
Misfits in Love
//I met you first, when I was at my lowest I didn't know you, and yet, you made me feel comfortable. In those days, when we met, I had nobody, and you, you made me feel special. In those days, I didn't know what to do, but sometimes you make a choice in the moment and you know in your heart it's going to change everything. And in this moment, I trusted you. I supposed that was love, for I hadn't felt so ever before. Our love didn't last long, because of the differences and time, and age, and what would people say, because we were misfits in love, like you said Oh dear, what would people say?! Our love didn't last long, but it did have repercussions, the repercussions of my first love. You left me, and now I am nothing but a shadow cast by your remains, collecting my broken pieces, to be whole again. Since you were gone, I was empty again, but since you were gone, I learnt to put others before myself and since you were gone, I learnt how to communicate and work out problems, and how I wish we communicated. With you gone, and with a feeling of loneliness, here I am moving ahead in love, to bear the repercussions, which they say are hard to forget.// ~Swati
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
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