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When someone asks my opinion about love , words fail me. I have watched countless movies and read so many books based on that particular feeling but if I really think about it, have no clue what it's like. I have been in love but never actually felt it from the person I wanted to. Don't know what it feels like when all the love you pour is sent back to you because you deserve it. Some people have claimed to love me but those were not the people I wanted to hear those words from. The heart wants what the heart wants. Period.

I fell in love at a pretty young age. Also, I have had the most cliched love story the human kind will ever know- falling in love with your best friend. In between the copy borrowing and taking out time to glance at him in the class, the missing-you emails during the vacation and waiting around the corridor to say the final goodbye before you leave for home at the end of everyday, being torn apart between wanting to call him every evening and not doing so..... I fell in love with every bit of him. The way he did his hair, the smell of his cologne every time he came closer, the few seconds of eye contact... everything that had anything to do with him became the part of my life. He was everything I wished for when I got any chance to wish for something. He was the reason I kept my eyes on the night sky for the fallen star.

There were so many times when I couldn't sleep when I thought of all the things we were and everything we could be. Thinking of seeing him in the morning would flush my face with a tint of pink and the sole reason I  checked my facebook or the e-mail was to find his name there. Only the thoughts of him too, could do pretty magical things to me.

We had been best friends for many years. We used to share the same interests, had almost the same sentiments but the only thing that changed was me. I had fallen in love with him, to extend that I could not even fathom losing him  to some girl but ...I was pretty much the same person to him. The same person I had been to him all those years.

Things didn't work out between us somehow but in my mind I'd always thought that we clicked perfectly. The first cut is the deepest sings Sheryl Crowe and so it was. I've had my rebounds, forced myself to fall in love with some other guys just so I could take my mind off of him but in the end nothing worked. I guess I'll have to live with the feeling of not knowing what we'd be like if we were together, for the rest of my life. Nowadays, I like to think that maybe I got over him.. just maybe. His thoughts still haunt me time and again and I'd like to think that it's because he was my first love.

Somewhere in all this mess, Adele gives me hope. Maybe I will find someone like him someday who will actually return all the love he receives from me....... It's something I'll keep on wishing till the end.
Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for youDon't forget me, I begged, I remember you saidSometimes it lasts in love sometimes it hurts instead"














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