Memories from Past
All those words which you pour, all those drops of your smile, all those treats of your voice, all those twists of your mood, all those smell of your fantasies, those remain still as they were, either it be due to your infinite care or it be my own desires on the fact of not letting you go...
The way you remain with my smiles, thoughts, tears, voice fumbles is the same way am I with your laughter, giggle, scare, fantasies, which lets say keeps striking me time and again and creates an unidentified scenerio which constitutes of you at all the views.
...Those views are the memories of you which makes me be what's me. Those are indeed my weaknesses because weakness is the cause you grow upon to have a bold and even more fine sight ahead...And this weakness neither ever made me go weak nor made me hurt rather shifted me to a standard where your memories cultivated up to be the most growing and fruitful fertile memory land!
You usually asked whether you are sure or not...let me tell you, You don't need to be, because for me you will always be the childish one who dreamt of facts regarding a characterized and casual future.
You will once come out of me dear...but as for now, I would rather go out of myself that has a step out of you. You and only your memories are the parts of divine that files up my heart and gambles my toes to keep being on a state of hold!
Do You want to be out of me???
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