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My problem with you is that you before me are not the one, who you are before others. While me before you is always me, who is afraid amidst others.

I liked you, what you were to me. I liked you, what you could to me.



Here and there, it was a time 
when humankind was disturbing despair, I found those as hushed innocent limelight.


To the rear,
when the populace was shouting sphere, I found them as the tranquillized luculent sight at a fogbound place.


And everything around me was ceased and soundless. Yes, it was none but her deep ebony eyes twinkling like the celestial moons all rotating consecutively.

It was the secluded sight which unclouded the world for me, to get that peace which was contently carried away by her; in my mind, to my heart, and for the soul which I was lingering. 


And, my eyes began to search for her, to meet her, to steal a fraction of divinity every time, for the time I saw her next. Then I used to wait endlessly.

I got blessed but it never happened that she let me went greedy for that peace, the way she uses to blink was so pure and sincere, which very gently satisfies my avarice. 



Eyes that were shy and always smiling when they meet. 

Eyes talking beauty they were, eyes reflecting light they were. 

Eyes that brought my heart closer.

Eyes that reflected spiritualism to strengthen the ability to manifest a fortune to keep our souls closer.



Those eyes searched for stars in mine too. As she wanted to see the light in mine as well. 

I don't know but maybe she was also an undersized small thief like me.

But I couldn't jeopardise her high sparked abundance with my mediocre that has no light of their own but is reflecting only the significances that are a product of her.

But she held that spark even more whenever she did a search for me in-crowd, look into my eyes accidentally or for a reason. I can find those eyes always more sparkled. 



This way she also revealed some vestige of a glare that belonged to me, and all about me. She gave me the lit, that made me shine.



Here and there, it was a time 
those eyes were the doorways to the deepest moving oceans, which I use to swim and dive into, to find all those endless of diamonds and pearls that she holds.


To the rear, it was a time
I received the best glimpses of a universe into her eyes, unendingly.



Care, a blessing to grow, with infinity knowledge, like she had the responsibility for my peace, dreams, and for all my smiles. 


He had flied giving ways to his wings, which was the best emotion of his life far away. 

πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•

What a forever delight it is when you give all your major respect to someone, what you should first give to yourself, not because you love or you are affectionate about the person, but just as they give you the groovy soul tendering warmth and happy vibes, for the reason you can never see them unhappy. It's a mere true, healthy, conditional connection after all which is quite rare. It not happens with every person you be around. 

Then why to leave and stop all connections with such people, who are there in your life for a smile, for a laugh, or only for kindness; which they tend to depend on you for, because they have might have vulnerable feelings, they might have sadness, anxiety, fear, shame, or loneliness. Why is it so hard to count on such people beside us each time?
Why you keep thinking if they will be making you to depend on themselves.

Never demanding and never complaining they be there for you. They exist for you silently. They keep doing things for you. It is something to feel so idolized and very invaluable about yourself that you are being flourished with such radiance illuminating in yourself, in your life, that somebody could see you in a charismatic way. 

Not there is one in anyone's life who could feel free to see one that way.

He had flied past back and had flied higher.
Curved up lips, with cheek bones lifted upside is something with which everyone looks so beautiful, so graceful, then how can he be different. It was important, for him to notice it but he had never used to appreciate neither himself nor his smiling face before. He had never thought of giving it a moment to look into the reflection that would have given an observation of himself.

Some people are the reason you start to look about yourself. To adore about yourself more. Sometimes it's naturally because you feel happy and get a giant smile whenever you are with them and, at other times it might be just you see that you look happy in front of them at any cost even if you aren't much inside or a little withdrawn. Because you see like that they shouldn't picture any kinda sadness. They are born to be happy and you're to be a reason, to make sure that they be happy. 

πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•

Yes, he started caring of his smile in the act of falling. He started to fly in the act of falling.
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