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I Love You...

Its late night..

I'm slowly and steadily going deep into your memories....

Lights at distance..
Tells me how happy we were together....

The cool breeze on me...
Tells me how relaxed I used to be when I was with you...

When I look at the Moon...
I remember the time when we both stared at it, at the same time even when we were away...

The Silence around me...
Makes me feel that you are not with me now...

The Dark sky above...
Tells me that its going to be a long night...

I miss you so much dear...

Still I hold myself...
Like you want me to do so...

Like something is still there in me...
Telling me to hold on to what I believe in...

I sit there quietly in the darkness...
Staring at the stars, feeling their presence within me somewhere...

I Love you so much my Angel...

That I am moving on...
For the only reason, to get back to you...

I Love You...

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Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


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