It’s purest irony,
and I am learning to appreciate it.
When I saw you finally,
Your heart didn’t skip a tiny beat.
You never saw me,
There is no way for you to see.
It’s laughable, really.
I met my soul mate, but he didn’t meet me.
It’s purest irony,
and I am learning to appreciate it.
When I saw you finally,
Your heart didn’t skip a tiny beat.
You never saw me,
There is no way for you to see.
It’s laughable, really.
I met my soul mate, but he didn’t meet me.
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Oh dear..this is indeed irony or a false representation of a soul mate
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Or simply life.
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Oh yes that too.
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“That too” is pretty much the reason for everything 🙂
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Yup well said my friend
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Sigh… this is heavy and relatable. It hurts to discover we are out of sync with the one we fall for. Beautifully written!
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Sad, yes. Thank you ♥
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You are welcome ❤
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