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The Last Time She Saw Him

As time keeps moving on, all we are left with are the memories. The quality of life is nothing but the quality of memories we have lived in the moments that would never come back ever again.

I saw him coming out of his lane as I waited for him at a distance. His eyes looked at me like I was a stranger and that gave me a feeling of never knowing him enough.

I still remember his plain stoic face and cold behaviour; I knew it was going to be the last time I am meeting him. My heart was beating for him, I was breathing for him. I could not say anything but just stare at my love; he looked so good in black that I was mesmerised by his look. I forgot that we had come to discuss the end.

He said, "It's over."

He did not look at me, I kept smiling looking at him and tears came streaming down my cheeks. I was smiling for he was happy now and crying because a part of me was dead forever.

I saw him leaving without waiting for my answer as if he was choking with burden of guilt. I saw his figure disappearing in crowd as he moved on and I waited there ... waited for something that I knew was never going to happen.

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  1. Arish Dhawan15 December 2014 at 03:06

    People are meant to leave one day. That's the hardest reality of life. B glad for every moment people share with u and the lessons they teach.. B thankful for the ones who still are by ur side. b the reason of your own happiness...for no one is meant to stay forever. God bless u.

    Arish Dhawan
    www.preciousglories.blogspot.com

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  2. Ruchi Rai15 December 2014 at 04:38

    True indeed! :)

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