I still call you MINE🙈

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Dear Love,
I know it's bad and so ' chape' of me to still call you my love and address you as mine, but trust me I never had or not even now I have a single thought of not calling you soo.. you know why?? read this.. ( by scrawled stories)
"  EVEN MOON CANNOT RESIST REVOLVING AROUND THE EARTH, ALTHOUGH EARTH REVOLVES AROUND THE SUN.. why do you think I will stop loving you by Knowing, you belong to someone else. "
Do you get my point?
You know I know that and I understand too that wasn't OUR MISTAKE, it was just the situation which needs to be blamed, trust me, it was never you, maybe either not me and guaranteed not the US
But you know what, I know with all this nothing will change, You will always remain my EARTH, where I am your MOON, but its ok. YOU KNOW WHY?
When nature couldn't understand the love, how would you?
the problem arises when you are not ready to understand what actually things were, I really wish you could understand what I went through, I know I shouldn't have behaved so clingily,
but,
but,
you will never understand, how it feels to share love, you will never understand how bad it feels when you feel ignored... You know what? I never want you to know how much you mean to me STILL, but then deep inside I cannot accept the fact that you no more are mine... so better to keep you SAME as you were...
The only difference I know face are...
-where earlier my tears got converted into laughter until my face turned blue, NOW I just feel the body getting heat up and my eyes turning red and swollen.
-where earlier every day new histories were created by me and you, NOW I just read those unwritten records.
-  where earlier every day I and you used to plan different things about almost everything,  NOW I just silently wish that you don't share same with someone else.
- where every day 1000's of messages were sent and received, NOW I  just spend my day figuring out where did me and you lacked, how time separated us apart.
- where earlier I had someone to rely on and tell him about almost everything,  NOW I just write send letters telling how life feels WITHOUT  you.
- where earlier me and you were WE, NOW its just me and you without each other.
and this is endless...
At the end of the day, the only thought I smile on is
" he is happy so am I"
and
also,
even if you don't give me the right to call you "MINE", NO, worries  OUR MEMORIES DO and that's all I need. 
-GAMI
Ps - all this is fictional and does not co relate 😕to anyone in real life 💜

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