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Mornings!

Sipping Mountain dew on the rooftop, staring at the sun rising up just after offering the morning prayers, lost in my thoughts. Cold mornings, colder drinks and coldest feelings. Wondering what I am doing on the rooftop in these cold november mornings in shorts and a t shirt. I am lost in my thoughts. Thoughts that refuse to become reality because of my own negligence. I feel dizzy now, thinking about you. You are sleeping, I love you for that but I would have loved it more if you were with me staring at the horizon right now. But isn't the horizon also like our distance? Seperating the lovers, dividing the Sun and the Earth from each other. I miss you now. I don't really feel cold, just hollow. I desire every sunrise to start with you in my arms and every sunset to end with you in my eyes. I crave every night going to bed with you in flesh and soul and waking up every morning with your body intertwined with mine. And even if you are too sleepy to wake up, I wish that you'd have just been in my arms right now so I could stare at you and say "Thank God, thank you for blessing me with the best girl ever. Thank you for so much." I am miles away from seeing you, but you are still in my arms in my imagination. It's an amazing paradox, a charming delusion.
P.S I am sorry, if I write longer than this, I lose my charm and all. 

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