It is just a fling!

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Sometimes, 
Just you find someone from the crowd with whom you just click.
Its just you behave differentaly. You take out the shield you have been wearing from the longest time. You let your vulnerabilites seek outside of you and your love gets some light.
May or may not the next person feel the same but,
The strongness you are showing finally from such a long time takes a deep sleep.

But in that cases,
There are questions on yourself that your soul asks!

Is that You are very vulnerable?
Is that you are very weak?
Is that you are need to be loved?

There are questions that rise and the answers are known to none. Offcourse that other person will not be with you and you will just ignore it considering it just a fling!

But is it just a fling or is it something you are longing for!!!!!

❤️

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