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Time stands still

I did not sleep a wink last night. And reached cafeteria at 7:30 this morning. Nocturnal ? Yes, but i don't think that's it.
Why is it not okay with me that my friend is falling for a guy two years younger than her but it was completely alright with me that another friend was bitching about another friend? Narrow-minded? Maybe not. Conservative? Perhaps.
How do you know that its time you finally move on? How?? Why does that hope have to die? Can't we keep hoping....that a miracle might happen?
Why have i started liking someone SO much, even though I know nothing much about the person? Why has the person become so dear to me so soon? Officially going insane? Or maybe I'm only human?
Once I fall, I fall real hard. How not to? Any preventions? I doubt so. Maybe don't fall at all? Impossible, I think!
It's been a while since I got high. Or drunk.
"I love you". Its been a while since I have said that to someone. And vice-versa.
Isn't it sad when someone loves you deeply and you know you can't reciprocate to it?
Truly said, that the worst way to miss someone is sitting right next to the person and knowing you can't have him/her.
The moon looked so lovely last night. I think I spent one whole hour gazing at it.
Has anyone realised that there are hardly any stars in the nightsky when you want them so ? Astronomical reasons, there might be. But the sky looks so incomplete without twinkling stars at night. Reminds me of the Pune nightsky. It used to sparkle with thousands of dazzling stars.
Long drives. How i miss them!
I realised I can't cry easily. And how I wish sometimes I could just burst into tears. Anything to lessen the grief or the pain or anything to make me feel better!
Sitting with that very special someone, atop a hill, overlooking the bustling city, away from the crowd and chaos and complete silence engulfing you. Not a word is spoken. Rather the moment is simply savored and cherished, knowing that these few inches of separation will always be there between them. Knowing they have both moved on with their lives, but both secretly hoping that they could turn back the hands of time and change everything!
Language is never really a barrier. I proved it sometime back. =)
Writing letters to friends has become so uncommon. I recieved one from a friend who's in hell at the moment and I teared open. Opening an inbox full of emails from friends is great. But recieving a 5 page letter from your best friend of 16 years is simply heart-warming.
Life is full of surprises. And I am just ready for more.
"Don't care about what people say!" Is it really that easy.... not to care?
The best compliment so far, "You look kinda tired....but you still look willing!"
The worst goodbye is when she pleads you not to go, and you don't want to leave either. But you just have to. She stares at the rearview mirror of her car, hoping and praying you would turn and walk back. But you don't. You just walk away. Because you don't want her to see the tears that are rolling down your cheeks.

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