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Confessions of a girl.

They say, people know
they also say, God knows.
They defined it
say, resticted its existance
or set a base for it, rules for which we set
Rules, for this one, are just like the rules of any game
people have a certain set of rules which are universal
and some you decide, the two of you.
Its a little complicated at the outset
One heard all this from people around,
and one finally decided her rules already, all enthusiastically.

Promising self not to defy her rules and never to disrespect them, never.
Rules for falling in love, were,
a) love never happens when its your friend, period.
b) has to be something like love at first sight (dramatic, to be more precise)
c) someone who is not exactly like you, *opposites attract* was the theory i was taught.
d) one can not live without that person
e) be calm, its just another emotion
f) one is in love only once, and its to stay forever
...and a few more to go.

What happened, first, was quite similar to this.
I got what i was looking for.

What followed, was probably the biggest truth of my life,
something that brought me back into a 'Game' mode,
where universal rules became stronger. One realised a friend. Realised we had the same rules for this game ! *laughs*
I was also in for a surprise, that melts my heart even now as i talk about it.

One was in love with a friend.
One knew him days along.
One was exactly like the other.
One can live without the other, but doesn't want to.
One was ecstatic at finding the other, untamed bountifull happiness.
One is in love, once, and forever.

Come what may, one will love you.
come whoever, one will still love you.
be it the universal rules that you chose, one loves you again.
or the rules that i broke
its forever for me, forever in love, the worst and the most beautiful emotion ever.
One found it magical, mystical.
Thats when one finally said yes.








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