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She isn't selfish...


She had just boarded her bus
And this boy comes into picture
Seemed sorted
Seemed cool
He somewhere belonged to her checklist so,
Adoring him was only justice thing at that moment.

But then she didn't start pairing him with herself,
She was trying to note his behaviour and thereby his heart.
She was trying to pair the girl on the back seat with him.
This comes easy to her,
For some senseless reasons she starts pairing up her crushes with the so called perfect other part of them.

Last morning when she was in the cafeteria
She saw a gym friq not resembling the ring fighters,
But the perfect fit and handsome, cute kind of.
While sipping her tea and munching her sandwich
She read the parts of him visible to her senses
And then at the very moment a beautiful lady passes by
She was thinking if they would look good together.
If he would like her smile, her voice and her careless laughters like the one at that moment to her friends talks.

She had done this even to her long kept crush in the office
After conversing a bit and knowing pieces of him
She would often try to match a girl cool enough to his seriousness
She often try to find one always on cloud nine to fit into his shyness
She often try to find the soul mates for the people she would hang up on

May be for a second
May be for few minutes
May be for couple of months
Or
May be whole long years.

It's good to keep people
Monotonous people make life long lasting
And she has to find her lost crushes and their lost mates
So she is leaving
On a fair note she isn't selfish

Sharing love isn't easy
Leaving pieces of you in the world isn't easy
And so is finding the other part of the puzzle called heart.

Comments

  1. Just mistakes more regrets15 January 2019 at 23:25

    sharing love isn't easy
    must have guts to do so
    she just likes to make every single hppy

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