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Isn't it a little bit sad to have something fading away from your life. Once was there, is gone forever. Whatever being promised, is all forgotten. Wait, you never promised me anything in the first place. You never mentioned me in your online diary. Dude, I don't mind, actually. But doesn't it make you wonder, if you are not being mentioned at all? Whether you matter to that person, or only a little bit, or not at all. Perhaps it's just your way, but I'm afraid, I'm so afraid of giving you the love you don't deserve.

Love is ironic. It's one of the most extraordinary feelings you can get, yet it happens to almost everyone. So doesn't it make love ordinary? If so, hell, what's with my love? It was not difficult to give it to you, it wasn't difficult at all. It felt so natural, almost akin to breathing. But my love is not an easy giveaway, you know. It has gone through a lot of wear-and-tear processes that it's almost synonymous with pain, thus I always have to make sure whom I'll be giving it to. But you know what? It's usually the wrong person. But again, can you bargain? Love is a random picker. I couldn't tell love whose hands it should land on.

Darling I'm not trying to whine behind your back. I mean, posting this is absolutely useless, on a platform you'll never get to read (I'm sure my writing is of no interest to you) and the message will never be conveyed. I should just say it in your face directly. I know. But everytime I tried to explain, I was at loss of words. And what's so wrong about love being publicised if you can kiss me easily in front of your friends?

So please. Can't my love be appreciated a little bit? At least by showing yours too, let me and the world peek a little. I know I'm not so good at love either. But I want to give it another chance, to prove that love should be a wonderful thing, and I've trusted you for that. Can we re-arrange our flaws in such a way that one will fill another? I'm not asking to be all of your life, I just want to be your favourite part.