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An untold story

They were what the world calls more than friends and less than lovers, they were exactly such sweethearts. They wanted to never think about the future which could bring in insecurities, they lived in the present which they could hold on to. Let's see how this story finds them.

It's November, one more month for this year to slip away. A month which has signalled the onset of winter in her part of the world but what about his? Where was he till October, her heart rings aloud. She didn't miss him for they say to miss someone one needs to forget that person, and there wasn't a day which hadn't fetched a sweet memory which concerned him. Yet, theirs was no story altogether like that of the fictious world. They began as neighbours, went on to become friends and while their hearts got swayed for each other, they always held onto different people. They weren't deceiving each others, they were deceiving their hearts which bled but refused to heal.

She had the charm to revolutionize his world, he had the aura to sweep her off her feet. What kept them aloof probably was destiny what probably still can string their hearts is destiny.

She had been through bitter experiences, her heart bruised and tormented. She came out bold but each night she sobbed silent tears. She knew she deserved everything that life could hold and most importantly she deserved to be happy. With him around, she knew she wouldn't be judged, that nothing would be expected of this bond, that she could just be herself. He made her believe that her heart was equally beautiful as her smile.That made her breathe better, that made her live and not just survive. They were yet more than friends and less than lovers. They probably were soul mates. But are they aware of that?

The story finds them here, a lot is yet to come to fill the pages of my blog. Until then, I would keep hoping  for November to spill it's charm.

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