Saturday, November 10, 2007

A being I wanted to call mine..

Something she said hurt me somewhere.
I could not make out what it was. But it hurt for sure.
And for a moment, I hated her so much.

Then I sensed the nervousness in her voice. And I felt sorry for her.

Do I love her? I really don't know. But then why was I hurt when she was hurt?

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