Well every time we meet, it feels like coming home. Home where everything somehow falls into place and nothing could go wrong. Home where I feel safe and I could be myself completely. Where my doubts and insecurities never seem to find its way to me. Home where for once, I feel like I belong. i hope you understand , i wish you do . But miracles don't happen . not to me .
i thought you like me too , but i was wrong . absolutely wrong
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