I know he is stupid. He does not know we could be together little more if he was here. But I should not say this.
I know I fight, I go mad because I don’t want tlo miss a single minute of being a different me with him. I know how much I love myself when I am like this. When I know he is sitting by me and touchinh me his eyes, smile and all stupid gestures now and then. I feel little more relevenat of myself, I feel little more substantial whenever I am with him.
I know I may not have found this winter so special had not I loved myself so much. I don’t know, God, what I am doing, I don’t whether should I be punished for this.
I am listening to ‘swopno dekhbo bole’
I want to go to see with him. I want see the sunrise from the window beside skywalk. But I don’t dream. I will never dream. I know I would not be able to take it. I don’t what will give me peace. Why do I dream even today? Why do I feel so enthralled inside?
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