I close my eyes and try to remember what you look like. I can’t.
You are like a phantom that roams free in my thoughts.
You are like a fragrance. Traces of you remain with me. But I can never grasp the real scent.
I know I could keep staring at your face forever and never grow tired. And yet, the moment I look away, I will forget what you look like.
And strangely, that doesn’t disturb me.
Because I know: If there is one stranger I wouldn’t mind meeting over and over and over again, it’s you.
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ReplyDeleteI'm Vimal, btw.
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And I know. Heh.
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Really Beautiful :)
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