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 well hello. 

it's been too long.

i've almost forgot about this little avenue, this space that we have..

a whole lot of what if-s is in my train of thought lately.

matter of fact, the term a whole lot is an understatement.

the amount of what if-s is like the amount of people on THE GREAT INDIAN TRAIN JOURNEY (click)

pardon the stereotype

His name means heaven.

Your name means heaven's flower.

a match made in heaven.

i'm just the fires from Hell.

& i'm pretty positive that he's the kinda douche that wants to show that he is better, he can beat this keeper and still tryna score.

what if he is really good for you?

i'm practically someone who has a set of horns, the hooves, the pointy tail and the freaking pitchfork.

i mean what if he is really someone better for you?

 what if i'm gone & he has you all to himself?

 with no keeper.

i'm no Iker Casillas(click) but if he has the balls to try and score while you have a keeper, he's gonna try and get the winner when i'm gone

at that point, i'm hoping he's gonna pull a Torres(click)

 or i'm hoping for a miracle like ISTANBUL(click)

i hope you'd still be my flower

but remember this line i wrote for you. a year ago.

 i didn't thought it'd come around and bite my ass.
but it seems right on the button, right on the nose.

It's not that I don't love you. Matter of fact, I do.

It's just that when you love someone so much, you'd want them to be happy - even if it's not with you.