and then there used to be days when she'd allow her thoughts to just go to him.. randomly.. for no rhyme or reason.. she'd simply be sitting and the next thing that she'd realize, would be her head swarming with the 'thought-pictures' of him.. sometimes, of even "them".. "Him" and "Her".. after all, it wasn't a really long time back when they did spend a good long weekend together.. a weekend which was of immense significance to her..
and it was in those "thoughtful" moments, she wondered that day----"does he also think about me?"
her phone was agitated.. couple of angry jolts of vibrations against the hard metal surface..
"can't sleep.. just can;t sleep.."
there was the answer.
she just didn't know whether it was Hers for taking..
and it was in those "thoughtful" moments, she wondered that day----"does he also think about me?"
her phone was agitated.. couple of angry jolts of vibrations against the hard metal surface..
"can't sleep.. just can;t sleep.."
there was the answer.
she just didn't know whether it was Hers for taking..
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