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If, I were you...

If, I were you...

 

When I needed a strange talk after a fight and a kiss of a good night just to make my heart bounce back on its normal ride, I would have never slept with my back on your side If, I were you....

 

Next morning I hoped the situation was all okay until when you kept a neutral face and walked away. This is were I felt the urge to hold your hands and apologize. Listening to my apology I would have given a sweet smile to bring back rocks to life only If , I were you......

 

Days started passing and our conversation started ending quickly after a few seconds when we started. Do you remember we used to fight like this every single day but would get back together easily again? I tried to make things good again releasing all my pressure and pain. Somehow you ignored it, I still doubt was it easier for you. Because I would have cried and held up the next moment you brought tears in your eyes only If,  I were you.....

 

Things between us started falling apart making us more pathetic in all the possible ways. We started ignoring each other, let alone we talked. Assumptions took the control binding us with all that was false. Day dreaming now had turned into nightmare giving me shivers whenever i thought do you really care. I read our old messages and thought do we have it all to control this loop or is it the end to our story. 

If, I were you ? I would have taken one last step assuming you are no less qualified to get my love back.

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