With the nearness in time, I stood aloof. Peering through the multitudes, hoping and wishing... Yet as time passes and each riposte breaking both the latter, I find myself repudiating all optimism...
Some things are best left unsaid, some actions are best forgotten. Yet in this craziness, I hopelessly hope. Only to find myself getting less marred as immunological resistance built up along the endless balk. Perhaps we have run out of fate. Perhaps it was never meant to be... For so many times, we are so near yet so far...
The closest I could ever be with her, is to be at the same place at the same time, but she doesn’t knows I'm there...
And it’s killing me...
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