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You have just met him, your heart beats faster, you think its magical, when was the last time you felt like this? you ask yourself, its been years, you even thought it was no longer possible. but here it is again the adrenaline rush, the quick breathing, the weakening of the knees the whole package, its indeed magical, after all these years so you open up and welcome the new feeling. FOOL. You are a fool, you have covered your heart with bandages and this new feeling derails you to think you are ok. The bandaged parts have not healed yet, you just covered them with these clothes on adhesive, underneath, the wound still oozes with pus. You have never changed those bandages or cleaned the wound, your heart is rotting. Girl  your hearts been broken and bandaged so many times it looks like a poor drawing from a kindergarten art class, smeared ink and paints all over the paper. You no longer know which woulds are fresh as repeatedly the old ones are scratched bare before they are able t

As I write this am seated at my favourite couch, I should be working out to reduce this holiday fat but I am doing my favourite pass time procastination. The hardest part of waiting is not knowing what or who you are waiting for is aware you are waiting. While you are busy raving up and down checking the time every few minutes that seem to stretch more than the usual sixty seconds per minute, wondering why its taking them so long the awaited is not even aware and is calm and gently cursing why time flies so fast. The worst part of waiting is not knowing whether the other is arriving at your station. Waiting is the ultimate test of patience and hope,  you wait in the hope that, one the awaited will arrive, that they are coming to you and that you are at the right pace, now picture that. The one whom you are waiting for has all options you can think of and more chances maybe you are not one of the options or are at the wrong place and woe to you if you are on the wrong time. All th