Monday, August 4, 2014

I Miss You Forever

                I love him a lot. Without him I feel incomplete. Honestly, I don’t believe in love at first sight. But when I saw him first, I couldn’t resist me from falling in love with him. He is so smart and impressive. At first, it’s very tough for me to understand him and his behavior. Few days later we became attached to each other, we were inseparable.
                I like the way how he used to spend most of his time with me and shares everything with me. He taught me many things that no one can ever teach me. I was addicted to his charm. He needed me and I needed him too.
                My eyes thrive to see him whenever he is out of my sight. My heart beat raises, whenever he nears me. He is so warm near me and cool when he is away from me. He is so interesting that I never get bored of him. I am very much possessive on him that I never allow others to get close to him. He was fully mine. He also knew that no one could take care of him like I do.
When I introduced him happily to my family, everyone in my home liked him except my dad. There was a reason behind it. My dad was afraid that he would do any harm to me. However I convinced my dad and made him realize how much he meant to me.
He loves me much that he was ready to give the whole world in my hands if I ask him. He senses my touch, understands my feelings and act accordingly to my mood. He knew well that I can’t be me without him even a single day.
But that awful day came. I never thought he would leave me like this without telling me. He left me heart broken. I let you all know his name
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                He was sick. I saw him dying slowly in front of my eyes and not responding to my touch. I miss him more and want him to be well again like before.
                                                                                                                           With lots and lots of tear,
                                                                                                                                                   Me

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