1.收到甜言蜜語的短信，記得微笑，然後刪除。
2.想辦法努力賺錢，而不是如何省錢。
3.憤怒的時候，數到30，再說話。
4.喜歡的東西自己努力買，不要指望別人送。
5.少喝果汁多吃水果，少吃零食多喝水，少坐多站，少想多看，少說多做，少懷舊多憧憬。
6.永遠不會再有第二個男人像爸爸這樣愛你，所以最愛的男人當然是爸爸。
7.不要24小時都想念同一個人。可以分一點給家人和朋友。
8.不要認為找個有錢男人就什麼都有了。世界上年輕的女孩子，多的就像貨櫃上的可樂，喝不喝都無所謂。
9.吃下去的就堅決不再吐出來，所以吃之前要想清楚。
10.寂寞的時候，不要聽慢歌，懷舊或者膩死在網上，站起來做運動或者去找朋友八卦。
11.看透的時候，假裝沒看透。
12.工作的你，和遊手好閒的你，絕對不是同一個人。
13.做好防曬，但記得適當地曬曬太陽。心情也會進行光合作用。真的。
14.真正看中的東西就買，不要借錢，想清楚之後再決定，決定之後就不要後悔 。
15.銀行卡的密碼不要用男友的生日。
16.永遠不向從前的戀人訴苦。
17.出門之前，根據步行的時間和強度考慮要穿的鞋子。
18.要讀好書,陶冶情操,提高品位。
19.可以淘便宜的衣服，但記得自己的品位比這個價位高。
20.桌上的護膚品永遠比化妝品多，貴，好，對於女人來說外養不如內調。
21.養成寫日記的習慣，哪怕隻言片語。
22.可以不認同，但學會尊重。
23.注重內心，但不忽略外表。
24.做不了決定的時候，讓時間幫你決定。如果還是無法決定，做了再說。寧願犯錯，不留遺憾!
25.打電話的時候記得微笑，對方聽的見。
26.每月記帳，每月儲蓄。
27.瞭解潮流，但不必跟風。
28.看起來多大年齡，就有多大年齡。
29.相信愛情和mr.right的存在，在此之前也不拒絕和mr.wrong們分享人生。
30.如果發短資訊給你喜歡的人，他不回。不要再發
31.不要為了任何人任何事折磨自己。比如不吃飯、哭泣、自閉、抑鬱，這些都是傻瓜才做的事。當然，偶爾傻一下有必要，人生不必時時聰明
32.穿有質感的衣服，找有品質的男朋友。他不一定很有錢，但是一定要能讓你有安全感和開心。
33.如果決定離開一個人，行動要快一點，快刀斬亂麻；如果決定愛上一個人，時間拉長一點，看清楚是否適合你。
34.閒情時候自己煮花茶煮咖啡喝，或者做茶點吃，放一段柔情音樂，翻閱幾頁好書，然後睡個懶覺，快哉。
35.學會承受痛苦。有些話，適合爛在心裡，有些痛苦，適合無聲無息的忘記。當經歷過，你成長了，自己知道就好。
36.任何場合，保持應有的涵養。學會說謝謝、辛苦您、對不起。做錯了事情要懂得道歉和改過。
文章來源：19樓論壇 歡迎分享 =)
Sunday, November 28, 2010
【男人】---有本事脱下女人的衣服 就該有本事為她穿上婚紗！▊▊▊
“一個男人，沒有責任心，就算思想再成熟，仍是個男孩”
“一個男人，沒有上進心，就算傢産萬貫，仍是個廢物。”
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你說 你愛她？
你敢不敢向所有对你有好感的异性大方的介绍 这是我女朋友 唯一认定的女人？
你敢不敢拒绝暧昧 改掉单身时的臭毛病 和所谓的'红颜'保持清晰的距离？
你敢不敢不给自己留后路 全心全意的只做她的realman ？
你会不会把她介绍给你的父母 哪怕她不是他们喜欢的类型？
你会不会为她放下你的少爷脾气 在外顶天立地 对她就温柔的'没底气'?
你会不会在争吵后主动道歉 哪怕她错 你也不忍心责怪？
你会不会打心底认为 她是天底下最好的女孩 一旦拥有 别无所求？
你会不会为她努力 把自己变的成熟稳重优秀 然后一如既往的爱她？
你能不能记住你们的纪念日?
你能不能坚持为她养成一个习惯 从第一天为她做 就做到每一天都为她做？
你能不能在她无理取闹胡思乱想的时候 给她足够的安全感 不会对她不耐烦？
你能不能时刻都牵着她的手 无论是过马路逛公园 或是在朋友长辈面前？
你能不能细心的记住她说的话 留意她喜欢的东西 送给她曾经提过的喜欢的礼物. ？
你能不能为她24小时开机 ?
你能不能不欺骗她 不冷落她 不忽略她？
你能不能有点儿长性 别得到了就不珍惜 若即若离？
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男人肯为你花钱，他不一定爱你！
男人为你哭，他不一定爱你！男人为你去死，也不一定爱你...
但是男人做到这些，他真的很爱你！
你是他最后一个女人.
珍惜你的身体.担心你生病.在他不在的时候胡乱饮食.
当他愿意为了给你幸福而去拼搏.去奋斗.
担起保护你 照顾你的责任.并且努力去做.让你能在他身上看得到未来的希望.
希望跟你结婚.虽然什么都没说.心理却有长长的关于你們将来的计划
跟你的家人相处融洽.给他们留下好印象.让他们觉得把女儿交给對的人
努力适应你的生活方式.营造你们的生活方式.友好的对待你的朋友.并且把他们当成他的朋友.
如果你不会居家.教会你.一起干家务 .两个人一起的都陪你 .
愿意陪你去任何你想去的地方.做任何你想做的事情.你在他身边的时候觉得安心.满足.
尽量买你喜欢的东西 时不时的给你些惊喜.不要让生活使你们的爱情 失去光泽
觉得能让你幸福开心是他最大的成就. 当他快乐的时候 会心急的希望能有你陪他分享一切
在你晚回家忘了回个电话的时候.心急得到处找你
对每一个女生有风度.但是不会看除了你以外的任何女生超过三秒钟.相信你如同相信他自己.
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男人、有本事脱下女人的衣服 就該有本事為她穿上婚紗
一個女人在你脱衣前 你有想過所負的责任?
也许你们之間 只是一瞬間的激情
也许只是為了生理需要而游戏人間！
你是否真的愛她？
男人、如果你愛她
不要因為她的幸福而放開她
應該牢牢的抓住她
為了給她幸福而努力
其實兩篇原文很長很長、
我只挑選了部分我覺得是必要的
只是 這樣的人真的可遇而不可求
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習慣了
一天天 一天天尋尋覓覓着
一天一天 一天一天等待着
習慣了這樣的寂寞
習慣了這樣的生活
我期待一個人 能够保护我
我期待一個人 能和我分享快樂
習慣了这样的寂寞
習慣了这样的生活
我期待一個人 能听我訴說
我期待一個人 能给我一個承諾
有誰能够 抓得住我
有誰能够 為我停留
文章來源：校內 *歡迎分享！ =)
“一個男人，沒有上進心，就算傢産萬貫，仍是個廢物。”
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你說 你愛她？
你敢不敢向所有对你有好感的异性大方的介绍 这是我女朋友 唯一认定的女人？
你敢不敢拒绝暧昧 改掉单身时的臭毛病 和所谓的'红颜'保持清晰的距离？
你敢不敢不给自己留后路 全心全意的只做她的realman ？
你会不会把她介绍给你的父母 哪怕她不是他们喜欢的类型？
你会不会为她放下你的少爷脾气 在外顶天立地 对她就温柔的'没底气'?
你会不会在争吵后主动道歉 哪怕她错 你也不忍心责怪？
你会不会打心底认为 她是天底下最好的女孩 一旦拥有 别无所求？
你会不会为她努力 把自己变的成熟稳重优秀 然后一如既往的爱她？
你能不能记住你们的纪念日?
你能不能坚持为她养成一个习惯 从第一天为她做 就做到每一天都为她做？
你能不能在她无理取闹胡思乱想的时候 给她足够的安全感 不会对她不耐烦？
你能不能时刻都牵着她的手 无论是过马路逛公园 或是在朋友长辈面前？
你能不能细心的记住她说的话 留意她喜欢的东西 送给她曾经提过的喜欢的礼物. ？
你能不能为她24小时开机 ?
你能不能不欺骗她 不冷落她 不忽略她？
你能不能有点儿长性 别得到了就不珍惜 若即若离？
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男人肯为你花钱，他不一定爱你！
男人为你哭，他不一定爱你！男人为你去死，也不一定爱你...
但是男人做到这些，他真的很爱你！
你是他最后一个女人.
珍惜你的身体.担心你生病.在他不在的时候胡乱饮食.
当他愿意为了给你幸福而去拼搏.去奋斗.
担起保护你 照顾你的责任.并且努力去做.让你能在他身上看得到未来的希望.
希望跟你结婚.虽然什么都没说.心理却有长长的关于你們将来的计划
跟你的家人相处融洽.给他们留下好印象.让他们觉得把女儿交给對的人
努力适应你的生活方式.营造你们的生活方式.友好的对待你的朋友.并且把他们当成他的朋友.
如果你不会居家.教会你.一起干家务 .两个人一起的都陪你 .
愿意陪你去任何你想去的地方.做任何你想做的事情.你在他身边的时候觉得安心.满足.
尽量买你喜欢的东西 时不时的给你些惊喜.不要让生活使你们的爱情 失去光泽
觉得能让你幸福开心是他最大的成就. 当他快乐的时候 会心急的希望能有你陪他分享一切
在你晚回家忘了回个电话的时候.心急得到处找你
对每一个女生有风度.但是不会看除了你以外的任何女生超过三秒钟.相信你如同相信他自己.
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男人、有本事脱下女人的衣服 就該有本事為她穿上婚紗
一個女人在你脱衣前 你有想過所負的责任?
也许你们之間 只是一瞬間的激情
也许只是為了生理需要而游戏人間！
你是否真的愛她？
男人、如果你愛她
不要因為她的幸福而放開她
應該牢牢的抓住她
為了給她幸福而努力
其實兩篇原文很長很長、
我只挑選了部分我覺得是必要的
只是 這樣的人真的可遇而不可求
------------------------------------------------
習慣了
一天天 一天天尋尋覓覓着
一天一天 一天一天等待着
習慣了這樣的寂寞
習慣了這樣的生活
我期待一個人 能够保护我
我期待一個人 能和我分享快樂
習慣了这样的寂寞
習慣了这样的生活
我期待一個人 能听我訴說
我期待一個人 能给我一個承諾
有誰能够 抓得住我
有誰能够 為我停留
文章來源：校內 *歡迎分享！ =)
Quotes_4
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted… unbidden… it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us… passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we’d know some kind of peace… but we would be hollow… Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we’d be truly dead.
Quote_3
I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
Quotes_2
Goodness is not something that exists in the Universe and that’s why, when it happens, when someone comes up to you and they love you and care for you, you can say, ‘Fuck! That’s a big deal.’ If it was the natural order to love and care, as the hippies would have you believe, then what would there be to celebrate?
Quotes
Give me, for my life,
all lives,
give me all the pain
of everyone,
I’m going to turn it into hope.
Give me
all the joys,
even the most secret,
because otherwise
how will these things be known?
I have to tell them,
give me
the labors
of everyday,
for that’s what I sing
all lives,
give me all the pain
of everyone,
I’m going to turn it into hope.
Give me
all the joys,
even the most secret,
because otherwise
how will these things be known?
I have to tell them,
give me
the labors
of everyday,
for that’s what I sing
A goodbye...
I loved her so much, every day I woke up dreaming about her, every time I think what if she was here what would she say, how'd she react and all that stuff. I didn't really care what everyone else thought about me as long as she was happy. She was everything in this world to me. The days were going fast and good, I could remember her voice from every word she said and imagine the rest from how she would say. I looked up to her through every aspect of my insignificant life. Perhaps she could've grown irritant to my such behaviour. If I really cared, I felt way too possesive, if I let her do what she wished, I wasn't responsible, if I tried to talk to her everyday, I was getting a bit too sticky, if I managed to get along without hearing her voice, I was ignoring her, if I did something unusual, I was getting the wrong attention, if I acted normal, I was really boring, if I gave her gifts, it was show off, if I didn't spend much, I was more attracted towards money. and on goes the list of my billions of unsolved mysteries of our love, I was so focused on presenting myself that I went a bit off the track to show what I really was I missed the chance to tell how I really felt, just in the riff-raff of these tons of emotions.
I never had my first date, all I had was a bitter breakup... Nothing goes wrong right from the beginning, at first it felt like a good healthy relationship, no fears, no tears but then the condemned world began to tear us apart in various means possible. But still, there was this one confirmation, actually a feeling of self assurance that lured me back into her sweet dreams and the stinging pain of desperation. A feeling of belief that whatever may be the circumstances she loves me... atleast for now that's what kept me going on in this season of misery. Suddenly the friends felt farther away, the sounds of parents felt like nagging of some inglorious fool. The motivational lectures seemed to be asking for way too much, everything felt so seperated, so different in an unaccountable way. Only her voice felt like the sweet music of angels, her indications seemed to be the supereme command of the highest god, her presence like the meaning of life... I wasn't obsessed with her, just posessed by her and I asked for nothing more as long as I was with her.
Our first plan was to go out on a movie on a free sunday, with her friend. But was put down due to lack of permissions from her parents, I was told that she went out with her brothers that day. I didn't feel betrayed because she had her own genuine reason for not being with me, I just lurked around in my house all day to get rid of her memories and when I felt no way of getting rid of my misery I decided to sleep, and there she was back again in my dreams haunting me with the pain but atleast I was with her even if in my dreams.
My second hangout with her was perfectly portrayed with her at a disco club with many of both of our friends who would be there, it was also another way round to introduce ourselves to each other's circle. The day was going awesome with the thought of being with her. Later at the night everything was perfect. The only wait was for me to go home and change clothes and come back. As I reached home I found my dad's bike broken. I asked him to go alone but he refused simply I revolted but was put dwon harshly later. I was disgusted and told various people that I was not coming in a not so serious tone simply stating that my dad was willing to go tommorrow instead of today. I later slept off crying with the guilt of being born only to hurt her... She forgave me the next day relating to me that she was sad last night, I just wanted to hug her and cry for being such a fool to hurt her, but never could tell her how much sorry I felt. Just said 'm sorry' which I knew was insufficient I perhaps know now that the time she forgave me was also the moment she gave up on me, I regret it still but just can't tell her anything about how I feel because I never did get a chance...
The next day she went out of town with her family and I got overwhelmed by the thought of not talking her and in the mist of my foolishness to try on something new, I drank beer for the first time with my friend though it was not a very sophisticated kind of experience as drunk people usually conquer to but still it was worth being scolded at. But she never scolded me just got more farther away from me than before and in a fog of unknowingness I smoked a couple of cigarettes for the next two days, later I learned from her friend that it was not very good what I'd done and I should be disgusted at what I'd done or atleast she was...
After that it was only on the phone I talked to her on the day she was going out on a trip, I can still recall her voice in my ears, through the thousand disturbances caused in a moving train, I could still make out her voice saying 'Atul... listen carefully... I know this may hurt you a bit... but... I seriously want to breakup with you... I hope you can understand the reasons...' I possibly knew every possible cause due to which she could have thought of this but couldn't make out the exact reason 'speak something... Atul... say something... are you there...' her voice commanded me to speak again but I was nearly hyperventilating, just taking deep breaths to keep me from falling, my mind was becoming heavier each moment my heart pained even more now, I was perhaps overreacting or showing off till now but as the tears rolled down my cheeks, I became aware that I was not faking it, I was trying very hard to stop nearly dying to forget what I'd just heard, but I couldn't I just couldn't all I could manage was to give a 'hmm...' to her request. We both remained silent for a long pause, the sound of train was now growing up in my head, mearly causing a migrane, the silence was giving me in to nausea but all I could manage to do was cry and sit still, shortly after, the line was cut off from her side and I kept sitting there, moaning silently over my loss...
Everything felt so useless, so imaginary, my heart felt so swollen up all the time since I knew I was not going to see her for a while now and that while seemed to expand to a lifetime. I woke up everyday in tears, slept in tears and the rest was I couldn't even care to notice. Everyday, I looked at the thermocol cutter in front of me wishing that it's sharp blade would just come out instinctively and slice through my wrists but I couldn't gather up enough courage to do it myself when the thought of my parents and the many other people who cared for me, hoped me to never let them down came to my mind.
I saw her after nearly a week in front of me... and a load of emotions rushed to my eyes to flow out but I looked down upon the ground in time to let the stupid salty drops kiss the ground without any of that crying stuff. I just wanted to hug her, hold her close to my chest, just wished that I could remain in her arms forever, just wished to die in her lap if that was my last wish but I knew that it would not come true... The teacher is teaching me in the class but I am at a sole corner of the classroom, staring at the sharp blade just wishing to die. I can't bear the pain of being away from her anymore nor I am strong enough to bear the punishment of my crime everytime I see her, but I can't die right now if that would mean hurting her again.
It wasn't on the climate charts today to rain, but here I was dripping with pain moaning in the rain so that my tears were hidden. Soaked with the guilt and her love, I slowly walked over the pools of my mistakes splashing the painful memories of good times every time I stepped on them. I could see her coming towards me in the rain, my foggy eyes and the blurred vision didn't acknowledge her presence but I knew that it was her who was holding me so tightly something I had wished for so long... I slowly fell down on the ground still in her arms and my senses slowed down to nearly negligible. She was looking at my face with horrified eyes which I couldn't see but feel. As I lay motionless in her lap, I slowly lifted my hands to her face and heard my own broken voice "god... why do I love you so much?" the flaps of my shirt sticking to my arms gave away at the moment and I could feel the cold rainrops mixing with the warm blood oozing out of my wrists. I could hear her screams and all her moans as I lay there in her lap I could feel water pouring onto my face and I knew it was her tears not the rain which was bidding me the goodbyes. I slowly pulled her face close to mine and I could hear her desperate sobs and pleadings just then I could smell her sweet breath entering my mouth to take off my life with ease I would perhaps be one of the few lucky persons on the Earth to die smiling and happily... Everything faded away, I could feel my heart slowly beating for her... her, she was the only thing I was remembering right now and I was happy that the last thing I may remember is so incredibly marvellous...
WRITTEN BY: Atul Shrotriya.
I never had my first date, all I had was a bitter breakup... Nothing goes wrong right from the beginning, at first it felt like a good healthy relationship, no fears, no tears but then the condemned world began to tear us apart in various means possible. But still, there was this one confirmation, actually a feeling of self assurance that lured me back into her sweet dreams and the stinging pain of desperation. A feeling of belief that whatever may be the circumstances she loves me... atleast for now that's what kept me going on in this season of misery. Suddenly the friends felt farther away, the sounds of parents felt like nagging of some inglorious fool. The motivational lectures seemed to be asking for way too much, everything felt so seperated, so different in an unaccountable way. Only her voice felt like the sweet music of angels, her indications seemed to be the supereme command of the highest god, her presence like the meaning of life... I wasn't obsessed with her, just posessed by her and I asked for nothing more as long as I was with her.
Our first plan was to go out on a movie on a free sunday, with her friend. But was put down due to lack of permissions from her parents, I was told that she went out with her brothers that day. I didn't feel betrayed because she had her own genuine reason for not being with me, I just lurked around in my house all day to get rid of her memories and when I felt no way of getting rid of my misery I decided to sleep, and there she was back again in my dreams haunting me with the pain but atleast I was with her even if in my dreams.
My second hangout with her was perfectly portrayed with her at a disco club with many of both of our friends who would be there, it was also another way round to introduce ourselves to each other's circle. The day was going awesome with the thought of being with her. Later at the night everything was perfect. The only wait was for me to go home and change clothes and come back. As I reached home I found my dad's bike broken. I asked him to go alone but he refused simply I revolted but was put dwon harshly later. I was disgusted and told various people that I was not coming in a not so serious tone simply stating that my dad was willing to go tommorrow instead of today. I later slept off crying with the guilt of being born only to hurt her... She forgave me the next day relating to me that she was sad last night, I just wanted to hug her and cry for being such a fool to hurt her, but never could tell her how much sorry I felt. Just said 'm sorry' which I knew was insufficient I perhaps know now that the time she forgave me was also the moment she gave up on me, I regret it still but just can't tell her anything about how I feel because I never did get a chance...
The next day she went out of town with her family and I got overwhelmed by the thought of not talking her and in the mist of my foolishness to try on something new, I drank beer for the first time with my friend though it was not a very sophisticated kind of experience as drunk people usually conquer to but still it was worth being scolded at. But she never scolded me just got more farther away from me than before and in a fog of unknowingness I smoked a couple of cigarettes for the next two days, later I learned from her friend that it was not very good what I'd done and I should be disgusted at what I'd done or atleast she was...
After that it was only on the phone I talked to her on the day she was going out on a trip, I can still recall her voice in my ears, through the thousand disturbances caused in a moving train, I could still make out her voice saying 'Atul... listen carefully... I know this may hurt you a bit... but... I seriously want to breakup with you... I hope you can understand the reasons...' I possibly knew every possible cause due to which she could have thought of this but couldn't make out the exact reason 'speak something... Atul... say something... are you there...' her voice commanded me to speak again but I was nearly hyperventilating, just taking deep breaths to keep me from falling, my mind was becoming heavier each moment my heart pained even more now, I was perhaps overreacting or showing off till now but as the tears rolled down my cheeks, I became aware that I was not faking it, I was trying very hard to stop nearly dying to forget what I'd just heard, but I couldn't I just couldn't all I could manage was to give a 'hmm...' to her request. We both remained silent for a long pause, the sound of train was now growing up in my head, mearly causing a migrane, the silence was giving me in to nausea but all I could manage to do was cry and sit still, shortly after, the line was cut off from her side and I kept sitting there, moaning silently over my loss...
Everything felt so useless, so imaginary, my heart felt so swollen up all the time since I knew I was not going to see her for a while now and that while seemed to expand to a lifetime. I woke up everyday in tears, slept in tears and the rest was I couldn't even care to notice. Everyday, I looked at the thermocol cutter in front of me wishing that it's sharp blade would just come out instinctively and slice through my wrists but I couldn't gather up enough courage to do it myself when the thought of my parents and the many other people who cared for me, hoped me to never let them down came to my mind.
I saw her after nearly a week in front of me... and a load of emotions rushed to my eyes to flow out but I looked down upon the ground in time to let the stupid salty drops kiss the ground without any of that crying stuff. I just wanted to hug her, hold her close to my chest, just wished that I could remain in her arms forever, just wished to die in her lap if that was my last wish but I knew that it would not come true... The teacher is teaching me in the class but I am at a sole corner of the classroom, staring at the sharp blade just wishing to die. I can't bear the pain of being away from her anymore nor I am strong enough to bear the punishment of my crime everytime I see her, but I can't die right now if that would mean hurting her again.
It wasn't on the climate charts today to rain, but here I was dripping with pain moaning in the rain so that my tears were hidden. Soaked with the guilt and her love, I slowly walked over the pools of my mistakes splashing the painful memories of good times every time I stepped on them. I could see her coming towards me in the rain, my foggy eyes and the blurred vision didn't acknowledge her presence but I knew that it was her who was holding me so tightly something I had wished for so long... I slowly fell down on the ground still in her arms and my senses slowed down to nearly negligible. She was looking at my face with horrified eyes which I couldn't see but feel. As I lay motionless in her lap, I slowly lifted my hands to her face and heard my own broken voice "god... why do I love you so much?" the flaps of my shirt sticking to my arms gave away at the moment and I could feel the cold rainrops mixing with the warm blood oozing out of my wrists. I could hear her screams and all her moans as I lay there in her lap I could feel water pouring onto my face and I knew it was her tears not the rain which was bidding me the goodbyes. I slowly pulled her face close to mine and I could hear her desperate sobs and pleadings just then I could smell her sweet breath entering my mouth to take off my life with ease I would perhaps be one of the few lucky persons on the Earth to die smiling and happily... Everything faded away, I could feel my heart slowly beating for her... her, she was the only thing I was remembering right now and I was happy that the last thing I may remember is so incredibly marvellous...
WRITTEN BY: Atul Shrotriya.
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