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Not all love stories have a good end but 
There are some stories which never actually end. 
And these stories are not tied in the knots of closure or questions or answers these are tied by the pure love once you had for each other.

These stories ended becuase we failed to express love to each other even when we had and now when we talk are just sitting next to each other there is our egos or the anger in us that does not let anyone of us express the affection we have for each other.

I believe that is why it is said that with time love has to glow more and when it does not it just gets burden by all the rules, complaints and demands which were never there.

Our soul stills beats for each other, we still know what our partner will do when he is hungry or sad or when he had a fight with someone and we exactly know that I am the only one who can stand with them in their worst situation but we choose not to.

It just feels that may be we can go in the past and things get set up, what did we do wrong why this is like this and our heart ache everytime we talk with them but still we chose to stay away.

Here is what love does to us but very few people get the chance to live the seasons of love with the person they want and when we do get our person,
Its better to say everything we have in our heart without thinking about past or future because then there will be no regrets left.

Love do gets mature with time but it does not mean that it should forget to know how to glow in the darkest times.❤️

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