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“He left me with love. He left me with Christmas toes, petty wishes and eye-lashes on the back of my hand. There are a lot of things I remember about him, and a lot of him I barely know. The first time I saw him, he was a mess. His hair was an adjective I’d use for the first time I had sex – Wild, and strangely nice. His nose was red, and he was sneezing every two minutes. In his hands though, was a cone with two scoops of Belgian Chocolate ice cream. His eyes were dreamy and reminded me of this beach I’ve always wanted to go to. His smile was like watching two drunk people falling in love. His voice reminded me a lot of a voice in my head that I hear only when I go crazy.
I liked how his cute smile was a WiFi network and everyone around him simply connected. I loved how his palms reminded me of a blanket I had when I was ten, but his knuckles were rough like the concrete I fell on when I tried riding a bike for the first time. Everything about him felt like a distant memory, and I was infatuated. It was as if I had stumbled upon a new part of my town and I just had to see the graffiti on the walls, the children on the sidewalks and the gossiping men. He reminded me a lot of a puzzle I tried solving when I was eight.
So, the next time I saw him was the first time I met him. I had a firm handshake planned but he gave me the warmest hug and I was glad cause my palms were sweaty anyway. He knew my name, and the butterflies in my stomach had a few toasts of Vodka for just that. I asked him out, and he said sure. He smiled right after, and I felt a Prusik knot in my throat. I mentally cursed whoever was responsible for handling human emotions, and because I could not speak, I smiled. I remember walking away from him, and as I did, I pulled on my fingers to try to not bounce as I walk. I spent the next few days preparing myself, but he never showed up. Turns out, he was in an accident.
I did not speak for a long time since. How could I with the knot in my throat? When I heard about his death, it was like my heart had been slingshot to my stomach and it had successfully slammed the butterflies against a wall.”
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I can relate to this on all levels
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Thank you for reading!
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Oh! You wrenched my gut. I am grieving with the narrator.
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Glad you liked it
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Sexy, sad, and all too real. Thank you for making me feel this way tonight, merlot in hand, husband at work.
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So good!! Thank you for sharing
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Thank you for reading.
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That was insane. Brought chills
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Thank you!
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This gave me chills. I loved it β€οΈ
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Thank you, beautiful.
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Now, I have told you that I am not much of literary critic but I will say this. That was amazing! You took me to a mindset beyond these four walls and then you crushed me. Beautifully done!
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Thank you so much!
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Amazing post!!
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Thank you, beautiful. Means a lot.
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I will, soon. Meanwhile you check out my other posts and follow if you like?
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The goosebumps I got from reading that. It’s so beautifully written… β₯
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Thank you so much!
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Mysterious twist to the title.β€οΈ
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I sure hope you liked it. Thank you for reading!
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Wow – just Wow! What an amazing, emotive piece. Love it! Thanks for sharing
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Thank you, Sam!
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Wow, the last line was such a wham-punch!
This is a beautiful piece of writing. love all the descriptions you’ve come up with.
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Thank you!
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Emotional and the descriptions were probably what caught my attention.
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Glad it did.
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This is so good! But I don’t know what to feel about the ending. It seemed like true love but without the actual opportunity to fall properly in love. How cruel!
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Thank you.
Love often comes without chances and choices.
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Awwww… Sad ending π
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Yeah, sorry for that.
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Hehe…don’t sweat it… It was a good story nonetheless
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rad narrative skill there,bravoπ
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Thank you!
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Great as always Utsav:)
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Thank you!
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This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing!
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It’s so beautifully heart breaking π
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wow man! You’re so good
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Thank you so much Bhavya!
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π’π’π’π’π’π’π’π’π’.
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It has been some time since I stumbled upon a blog as great as this one.. keep writing!!!
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Thank you! Glad you liked it.
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π¦ π¦ π¦ Why?!!!
That was so beautiful! Why did he have to die? It’s not fair.
But it was beautiful
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Glad you liked it.
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There’s so much vulnerability in the descriptive words you choose and you can really feel your emotions. Pure loveliness! Please keep writing! π
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Yes, I agree. It has been a long time (if ever) that I found a blogger with such beautiful, advanced, captivating writing skills. Sentences like βI liked how his cute smile was a WiFi network and everyone around him simply connected,β drew me in and connected me, too. Iβve met people like that in my lifetime. I can tell you have, too. What privilege, huh? Great story. Great writing. Surprising ending. A little like a story that ends with β…and then she woke up.β No, I didnβt want him to die. I wanted them to live happily ever after. Sigh! But, nevertheless, Iβm hooked – and can hardly wait for your next post!
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This means so much to me. Thank you! I hold this comment close to my heart now.
There have been posts after this. Do check them out!
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Can I publish this
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Publish this on your blog? Sure, as long as you link back to mine.
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Yes I will my page is for everyone and anyone that can express themselves. I want to know what inspired people writings and where it all started. What it means to them. So feel free to link me on your posts that you would like me to share.
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Well, you can go ahead with sharing this. It would be great. Do link back to me, though.
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Thank you. You can follow up on my blog page and Instagram to see if you happy
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I thought I was a poet. YOU are a poet! This poem is extraordinary.
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You are a poet. Thank you for reading!
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Beautifully written π
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Thank you!
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Mr .Utsav Raj. Lovely posts you have too.
Best wishes & Blessings to you.
From author writer , TRiston Summer.
Thankyou mr.Utsav Raj. For dropping by my posts to reads my poetry writings. Hope u will continue dropping by to read my humble writings of post.
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September 07th2018. Friday.
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Thank you!
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Welcome. π
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Beautifully written! As I was reading I was absorbed by the wonderful story, but it was the writing the I found so appealing. Many can tell a story but few can find the right words that bring it to life as you have.ππ
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Thank you so much!
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Oh God. Soooo, very tragically beautiful. Thank You. β€οΈ
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Thank you!
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My pleasure!
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