I had a feeling that I should write of fledgling love,
of those unsaid expectations, unrevealed dreams, undeclared possession, and unraveled patience.
The sleepless night for a single call, the timeless wait for a single smile, the shameless dependency, and selfless empathy.
The reiterating fantasies, the escalating ecstasy, the mounting melancholy upon a single quarrel and the barrage of sorries afterward.
The frequent stalking of the profile, the frequent re-reading of the chat history, the frequent conversation about the concerned, the frequent smiles in fantasies.
However, as I took a pen and thought of writing I could not come up with words and like every other stories, it was left untold.
of those unsaid expectations, unrevealed dreams, undeclared possession, and unraveled patience.
The sleepless night for a single call, the timeless wait for a single smile, the shameless dependency, and selfless empathy.
The reiterating fantasies, the escalating ecstasy, the mounting melancholy upon a single quarrel and the barrage of sorries afterward.
The frequent stalking of the profile, the frequent re-reading of the chat history, the frequent conversation about the concerned, the frequent smiles in fantasies.
However, as I took a pen and thought of writing I could not come up with words and like every other stories, it was left untold.
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