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Between Love and Romance


I'm far from being a romantic person. Loving? Not at all. I giggle at the wrong time. My laugh is too loud. I dance weirdly. I often find myself away from people or I find a way to push them away.
But I giggle, laugh and dance anyway.
And whenever I find myself alone, I sing, I think and I write. That's the closest to love that I can ever be. And when I hug the trees and kiss the sunset, when I admire the birds fly and I dance on the beach, that's the closest to romance that I can ever be. I make poems in my head. I make them all the time.
I have always been in love. I'm still in love. I pour all my love to the notepad I write on. I romance the pen. The poems that are still lingering in my head, they say I'm incurably romantic. I still keep my poems. I live more in my imaginations than in reality. And if that's not love, I don't know what else is.
I don't need a him or a her. I'm in love with love itself. I'm a story in another story. I'm somewhere beyond romance. I'm somewhere near love. In between all the love in the air and the romance in the souls, I'm eternal - I'm a poem...

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  1. J.....April 15, 2015 at 10:38 AM

    read ur writings u are gud in it .. u knw hw to express .... ur thoughts ... now its just now about appreciation ... writers write to feel fee.. from the thoughts revolving inside the mind...
    i see that in u....
    regards.... blogger too

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  2. UnknownApril 21, 2015 at 6:03 PM

    You are gifted, for sure, in expression of your thoughts. Keep the love flowing on your notepad.

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