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His Anecdote Of Love

He never wanted to Fall for anyone But fate had The last laugh. From being a friend To a someone special He couldn't guess What went so wrong!
But love is nefarious Its consequences are deceptive He felt something ineffable Something ethereal. Love is an addiction Its rewards are selling And the euphoric illusions The idea is quite compelling.
They had a good run Until she came to know She just had an infatuation And she let everything go. Walked out like it was nothing She left him all alone All he could do was wonder What went so wrong!
Broken hearts don't heal Scars are left all over them The only plausible option Seems to create walls around them. Barricading himself From all emotions and pain He stopped involving himself Too scared to get hurt again.
For too long He kept himself Within the walls He had created. Two years had gone Too much time had been wasted "I won't ever love again" He had committed.
But life is playful It plays with souls Moving on with his life He broke the walls. For an ephemeral moment He let his guard down. All his hatred wasted A new crush he had found.
Desires and logic Are overlooked When your heart Is hooked. Cursing himself For the mistake He was disappointed In his own self.
Consoling himself He decided "It's just a Hopeless limerence" Later, it dawned on him Like an epiphany That like a lone wolf Solitude is his companion.
Love is not for everyone It's not radical, it's unbiased It's a struggle. He struggled for love. First, To get it. The other time, To get over it.

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