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Scarred.

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I scared you. The knowledge I had of you, scared you. I became the personal diary you never wrote. You could see the ghosts of your past reflected in my eyes, each time you looked into them. I became a reminder of what you were trying to forget. My comfort with you, scared you. You dreamt of coming out of your shell, greeting the world like you used to but the fear of being trampled upon pushed you inside again. You had lost the real you within yourself. You did not want to be reminded of it. Not by me. You thought it was easier to push me away. At least, you could still stay safe in your shell then. You wouldn’t disappoint anyone again. You wouldn’t worry about hurting anyone again. It would be just you and your memories. You wouldn’t have to owe anyone anything again. That was easier, wrong but easier. You chose to hide behind your scars. You chose to leave me behind. I was you. You were me. You chose to leave yourself behind.

Graciously Yours!

Don’t let me go.

You make my days seem like ages, and my hours seem like minutes.
You flirt all you want, but I sense the pain in your heart.
You are charming and maybe truly my lucky charm.
You make my worries vanish, and my lips smile to the fullest.
You are a rarity, both literally and rhetorically.
You seem to have been with me since ever and to think we  will remain together forever.
And standing by you, with you, for you is as easy as breathing.

And breathtaking.

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