Laying silently in my bed, thinking of the moments i had held her hand wrapped in mine, our fingers fitted in so well twerled into each others hand, the feeling of warmth which thrilled the heart then and now it throbs out of pain when i wake up and dont find that same hands wrapped into mine.
I still ask , why do i still want her? Why do I still need her. Can i not be enough for me. am i not ? Iam enough for me! We dont need anyone who doesnt feel that we are enough.
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