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I could stare at his smile the whole day, even if his smile isn’t the best I have seen. Although I know there would be a double chin hanging whenever he looks down and sometimes when he isn’t even doing anything, but it just draws me to him. I don’t mind hugging him for a long time, provided he is okay with it. Because he is like a walking chubby bolster. His body is always transmits the opposite of the surrounding temperature. If we are in an air conditioned room, his body feels warm. Outside, at night, it feels cool, making him yearned for. His kisses are the sweetest I have ever tasted, because I know they aren’t mine and we always crave for what we can’t have. Even though, it’s sloppy it still feels nice. His calls are the ones that I always wait for, because they are always random. He could call for the most irrelevant things, even if those could be easily typed through messages. If he wasn’t busy, the call would drag on till a few minutes later. It just feels nice. His phone is the one phone; I’ll probably never get bored scrolling through. Because each time I do so, I discover mind blowing things about him; how sweet he could be, how wise he could be, how retarded he could be. His teasing is the ones I can never sit still for. Because he would go on and on about something and disappear halfway. Then, I would be left hanging for hours. It won’t be something I look forward to, but at least they are a good distraction.

He is perfectly, imperfect yet I love him with all I have. But guess what, such a guy doesn’t exist. All in all, this is just another story.

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Letting go doesn’t means giving up. It means moving on. It is one of the hardest things a person can do. Starting from birth, we grasp on to anything we can get our hands on, and hold on as if we will cease to exist when we let go. We feel that letting go is giving up, quitting, and that as we all know is cowardly. But as we grow older we are forced to change our way of thinking. We are forced to realize that letting go means accepting things cannot be. It means maturing and moving on, no matter how hard you have to fight yourself to do so.

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So i came across a short written by a friend of mine about letting go. So credits to him.

Goodnight midnight bunnies

Don't let the bed bugs bite:3