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WHY I DON'T SAY "I LOVE YOU TOO" FAIRLY OFTEN.

Misinterpretation is a criminal which puts me to introspection quite often .

The concerned subject I feel has time and again , knowingly or unknowingly  takes it as an issue that "why I don't say "I love you too " fairly often .The concerned subject feels that I am shy .Of course I am .Its shyness that fetch you the maximum of love .But its not the reason why I don't.

Truth is that when the concerned subject  says "I love you " I am quite busy in getting loved .The state of getting loved and loving has a very thin line difference which normal people fail to recognize. Its not that I don’t have word .Rather I have the cutest of words available in the lexicon. But my words get stained with the concerned subject's loveliness. Its concerned subject's love that occupy every void, every thing , every murmur , every aroma .So instead of responding I jot my words into an endless necklace for the concerned subject's white hands ,smooth as grapes. <adapted from para que tu me oigas>

Truth is that I lean into the concerned subject's love  like people lean into the lap of afternoons.

Anyway between the lips and voice something goes dying .I get more involved with that instead of responding .Yet Its not shyness …I repeat.

ps - apologies for using the phrase the concerned subject for  some one as cute as spring .

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  1. I love you :)

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  2. thank you . I love myself too.

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    1. sorry its a joint blog .My co blogger will kill me if a say so .haha

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  4. who's the co blogger ?

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