Will you?

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Will you read this post and smile, at the thought of it?

Will you just listen to the song; I just messaged, and laugh at the wrong lyrics when I sing it?Will you listen to me when I tell something about my work?Will you come with me for a bike ride in the morning for breakfast?Will you talk to me on phone, when I prepare my morning tea?Will you get thrilled by just watching a movie, and hug me when the ending is brilliant?Will you give me company for eating chocolate at the middle of the night?Will you just sit on my lap on a lazy Sunday afternoon with some good music playing?Will you just stay with me for a while?But then you will get busy and go away, for you have your own life, own dreams to follow. I understand that, I too have them; I too am a fanatic when it comes to career. But don’t we always crave for things that we always did before? Then why do things that change it? Why go away from it? Eventually we’ll miss those times, the moments together, the morning coffee debates and it will just be sweet memories…
 
Won’t it be possible to just get hold of you?
Watching movies doesn’t feel good anymore.. Bike rides are monotonous without you in the back.. Songs are just words with music.. Coffee doesn’t help.. Life isn’t what I thought it would be.. Life isn’t complete without you.. 
Let’s take a leap of faith for I still love the idea of “us”… will you?
 

Will you…..

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  1. WondererAugust 7, 2013 at 1:08 PM

    Have you tried cheese?
    I make joke because 'I know them feels bro'.
    -Prateek

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