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We often wonder what are the forces that bind us together.

Perhaps that is an outcome of our contradicting feelings, when we are longing for each other, and knowing that we shouldn’t.

Loving you is like sipping the finest whiskey ever, with every small sip is a warm, satisfyingly rewardingly pleasurable moment that I know won’t last forever, nor I deserved. And slowly, but surely, every time I will black out, and faded away in misery.

I got my writing routine back, with inspiration rooted from a hopeless romance. Ever since you stepped into my world, every thoughts of me, everything that I have ever written since then, have always been for you, or about you. So when I write, that is me, in my way, of spending time with you, and be with you.

I know that I will never be able to have my innocent, carefree smile again, as I told you recently. Soon you will be on your own path, and I regain my freedom.

And you know, “Freedom is just another state of missing someone…”