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Broken Heart



10th of every month used to mean a lot for me. Before 2 years and 5 months ago, I had proposed to a girl whom I thought one day I will give the signature of her husband. Slowly with time and the date of 10th we climbed to the peak of mountain of our love story. Like her name " Rhituporna ", she brought every seasonal changes in me. I found myself the most happiest person with her. I saw the nature in me which I never expected to turn out. My first love, my first kiss and my first physical contact was all with her.

But with that mixture, time has changed so do our relationship. Our expectations, possessiveness grew far beyond the limits. Though in long distance relation we maintained ourselves pretty well but someway down the line our aspirations and desires were not meeting each other. We started disliking each other but still we were emotionally attached to ourselves.

Slowly this relationship and this bond started to grow worse for both of us. I can't tell what she felt, but it was affecting me a lot, a lot which I was never aware of.
Today on this date when she is just an ex for me, my past.. my heart bounces up and starts to pop out with all those emotions. It starts to recall all those moments from the past 2 years and 5 months which I had spent with her.

I can't ever forget that rain when I got drenched along with her. I can't forget those kisses and hugs, I can't forget those night calls, I can't forget her promises, our promises which is now all broken..

Wish Life was bit easy. This optimism and the spirit of moving on is not desired. Wish I could forgive her and could hug her for one last time, for one last moment.
Rhituporna ~ Shonaa. I still love you.

*** Like this black glasses, days are too black for me..
The new born eyes are not blessed to see the dreams..***




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