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Confessions of a Confused soul - 3

"I love you, I really do. But seems like you would never fully believe it. I am so confused, how to convince you. 

Romance doesn't start with eye contact and end with physical contact. Even though I don't tell you, I miss you when am away. Even though I never show you, I remember all your nuances. Maybe you didn't notice, but I mind even the small small comforts you desire. I may not be overtly romantic physically, but I cant stop myself from touching you even in passing. I may not stick to your side everywhere, but my eyes search you in a gathering. When  you smile that's morning, I cant leave home without hugging you. It matters to me if you don't like something. Even though I don't reply as much as you, I smile while messaging you. 

I don't know to talk like you, I never express my feelings. But you are a self acclaimed romantic. Can't you read my actions, my eyes, my smiles.

I love you, I really do. There is nothing else I can do. I love you, I do." 

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  1. When we look in to the mirrow.either we appear ugly or beautiful to ourselves, but when we confess, and slide away our confused emotions, even mirror smiles at us.
    What a way to pour the heart out, be there and get there..and walk together the mantra for resolving the confused state of mind..
    Hats off nivi..way to go..super

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