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Confessions of a confused soul - 4

"I see you smile and my heart melts. Every time your brush your hair back, my heart trips over itself. The sunlight on your hair makes me crazy. I have been your admirer for long. I know I should have expressed myself long gone. But whenever I spruce up my courage, I fill my heart with confidence and then I see you smile and it melts.
I want to tell you a thousand things, want to express my feelings. But all I can think of is your smile. I want to tell you how much I care. No matter what happens it will stay.


Sometimes I wonder if you are looking for me, I feel you thinking or remembering about me. Its very odd for a guy to feel a stare. But I cant stop wondering if you care.
On those lonely long days, I wonder if you are alone, feeling lonely somewhere or is someone loving you. Its not jealously that I feel, I didn't lie when I said I care. I just want you to be happy, even if it is not with me.
You know what to say, when and where. Am not so well versed in putting my thoughts into words. No matter how I express it, how confusing it might seem. But I want to start by saying 'I love you'."



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  1. Srikanth Manjunath13 July 2015 at 21:16

    If i close my eyes..and i ask someone to read this article..just Arpita comes and stands in front of my closed eyes...

    Each and every lines and between the lines there exists a love but not confusion...super write up Nivi..

    Keep continuing..!!!

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