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Matters to me

Nothing more than u, i would like in world. Its only u, that matters to me.
I believe it when my heart say.. . .
Looking at u i get some feelings,
Feeling for u my thoughts are deepening.
And a only thing my thoughts say
. .  Its only you, that matters to me.

I saw a dream last night, you were there by my side. . Me holding your hand and you smiling for me. 
Your eyes is all i got when pain strikes my heart.
A lover you call me. .and the only thing i know   
  its only you, that matters to me.

Oh girl, you gave me life. All my worth is just by your side. heaven they talk we get after death. My life is heaven with you.
A lover you call me. . And the only thing i know
  its only you, that matters to me.

Sometimes i act desperate, sometimes its all i got. Maybe love makes it worst for me, i forget the world every time i see you.  believe me with your heart and soul
A lover you call me. . And the only thing i know its only you, that matters to me.

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Shruti sometimes, is laid back amidst the mind distracting situations. She manages to ignore her chatty mind and just indulge in the present moment.
She may be sometimes anxious, excited and nervous but she surely knows how to live in the moment.

- The Feeling of Being loved

Book Description
Shruti, a software engineer has a wish to be truly loved by someone. In her journey, she has two companions - Meera and her talking rational mind. Her idea of love and respect guides her to take some strong decisions. The feeling of being loved is the story of those rational decisions taken by a distracted mind to
make things alright.

Author
Raviraj Mishra

Born in Pune, India is a writer and an entrepreneur. He is the author of the book - The Feeling of Being Loved. He is known for his rhythmic writing. He prefers writing and reading fiction. He enjoys creating characters and building up a story around them. He has written around 40 articles which are available on his blog www.ravirajmishra.com, …