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I could not imagine what had happened. Suddenly you were back.


Seated by my table, I pretended not seeing you but you stayed on waiting for me to take notice of you standing beside me. After some time elapsed, you tapped on my table to get my attention. When you did, I asked you to take a seat. All I asked is to talk with you. But I found you going home with me.


Weird. I asked myself, what's going on? Are you trying to pull my leg? I was glad it happened. I have been longing for this to happen again. I thought that you had even despised the friendship we made. Still it's crazy. Just can't find the words to describe it. Simply crazy.


At home, we talked. We usually talked. But mostly we ended up having sour things to say to each other, or making things worst. Yet now we are singing a different tune. You hum a different melody. And glad I am of your change of heart. Too glad I am.


Whatever that is, I can only care less. What's important is that you are back. I always believe in chances, second chance, third chance, whatever the chances available. We are back.


You reminded me that it's not us anymore. No problem about that. I have long accepted that fact. I told you I am not trying to win you back. I just want you to be in my life, to be just there.


I know the struggles. I know the difficulties. I know what battles you are engaging at the moment. For you it was wrong. I told you if all these are wrong, then I would be the first one to admit it is, just to be with you.


You are trying to deny whatever there is between us. You are trying to eliminate me in your life. You are trying to push me out because I make you feel wrong. I am a mistake. We are a mistake.


Yet however you did it, you cannot deny the fact that there is really something. Again whatever it is, you are trying to hide it, to ignore it, to convince yourself that it is a mistake.


You told me you won't take it back again. We are back. But we are not us anymore. You have reminded me of that. I said it's okay. Just be there.


Just be us.


I repeated myself when I asked, would you take it back again? And you said you wouldn't.


There may be things that can be changed. Yet there are things that remained the way they are. All this while I stayed the same. And I know deep in my heart that you stayed the same way too.


We are punishing ourselves for thinking that we are wrong. We make it difficult for us. Yet we cannot deny that what we have is real, so real.


I will always remain the way I am no matter what. Always I will whisper I love you even if you don't respond. I will give you the same care and concern I have afforded you earlier even if you do not want any of that. I will be the same me for you.


You gave me back the colors in my life. You salvaged my existence from misery to bliss. You gave me back my life.

We are both aware that we are for each other. And we will be us for always.


Thank you for coming back tay.

Just be us. You and I.

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