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Their 'May be...'


More than talking about Future, Present and Past
He loves talking nonsense
Don't know what's the reason behind it
But if it comes to her fairytale
May be it's for adoring her with laughter and smiles
May be he likes her face when she is pissed off and all of sudden she burst in to laughter with his nonsense

More than talking about them , him or her
They just converse about a dot , question mark and bold characters
Don't know what's the reason behind it
But if it comes to her fairytale
May be it's just trying to be together
Exchanging parts of each other
Trying to calm each other's stressed soul

More than seeing each other
Either of them has sensed the other
Don't know what's the reason behind it
But if it comes to her fairytale
May be it's called learning someone's presence in their absence
May be it's the cosy corner
May be it's his noise that accepts her silence

More than fighting for each other
They have fought with themselves for not being able to hold them back
Don't know what's the reason behind it
But when it comes to her fairytale
It's just ends on to the statement
Destiny will find them again

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