nEVER MinE

You were there with your friends 

I was a loner 

Who admired you 

From afar 

I was falling for you

But you weren't there to catch me 

Yes i loved you

But you didn't even know me.

Then one fine day

You crossed my path 

And glanced at me 

With an emotionless face 

You walked away 

That was the day 

I saw the pain 

In your dark black eyes 

Making me wonder 

What could be the reason 

For the dried tears 

Behind your eyes.

Days passed by 

You didn't notice me again 

You seemed busy with your friends 

And i was busy making plans 

To talk to you somehow 

But it never happened 

We never talked 

Or shared a laugh together 

All the special  something's 

I had panned for us 

Just remained a dream of mine 

I was happy to even see you smile 

But i was sad within

The thing was that 

I was always yours 

But you were never mine.

-Mr. 733 (#story_teller_sky)

the "DRAFT"

The "DRAFT":

Unsent Love-letter

So, I am writing this again. I still don't know about the fate of this letter. I don't know if these words I write for you will ever reach to you or not for we don't share the same connection as we used to but as they say if it is meant to be, it will happen, so with hope, I am writing this letter again. Maybe someone will share this with you after reading this, but it can't be me, it won't be me, it shouldn't be me.

Love stays, love remains fresh, love remains hidden in the heart and what not. It all sounds cliche, right? But it is true, maybe that's why it sounds so familiar for at some point in our life, we all feel so, don't we? My love is the same, pure and honest. I don't know what others feel about it, but my love is selfless, it knows no boundary, it knows nothing about distance, but it knows about you, or I should say it only knows about you. The white face, soft cheeks, eyes that it likes to remain half-opened, blond hair, the magical lips, and a smile that feels like home. Perfect. Oh! How gorgeous you are! How can I not fall in love with you with every breath, how? 

But I never help my words to reach to you. I have lost the count how many times I have poured my love on paper after decorating with beautiful words, how many times I have typed the letters, how many times I have almost hit the send button. Almost. But almost can never be enough. How I have believed that you almost love me, How many times you have almost told me that you too love me. Almost. I don't even have the courage to write another letter. Maybe, this would be the last. Maybe, this will reach you. Maybe. Somehow. Miracles happen, right? My love doesn't even deserve a miracle? Can this luck be so cruel?

Whatever. I love you. I find solace in your smile, my heart finds you beautiful, and my eyes feel so comfortable doing nothing but looking at you continuously, have you ever noticed that they stop blinking, I have. Be mine. This heart has built a home, stay in it.

Yours, 

Mr.733 (#story_teller_sky)

"GHOSTed"

"GHOSTED"

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We live in a world where people get ghosted more than they get  texted.
I hear it all the time people from friends, from people I met from people that I connect with that so many of them have been ghosted.
 And all of these people are Intelligent, Beautiful, Creative, Talented, and   Amazing people who've all experienced ghosting. 
If you've ever been ghosted, recognize that it  really isn't a  reflection of you.
It's so important that we don't lead  people on. its so important that we don't make people believe that we like them or even love them.It's so dangerous to play with someones EMOTIONS because you have no idea the damage you're causing,
 Don't lie to people thinking that they wont find out .
 They probably will.
We live in a much smaller world than we believe 
And don't be with someone just because you feel alone  for a period of time ..When someone disappears ,
 don't let them reappear just because they feel like it .
And if you've ever been ghosted just remember 
--its better they did it now rather than later on--
-Mr. 733

NumbEr hiSTORY

DEAR DELETED NUMBER,

I wish you would call me that day when l was missing you but you were out there with your friends or maybe the networks were not good enough.

Maybe l'm over thinking

Maybe you were busy

Maybe you are still busy. ..

Maybe that's the reason we don't work. Sorry for using the word "we".

It embarrasses you right? ...

This is the 100th time I deleted your number. .

You broke your promise to talk to me today and i broke mine,by adding your contact again.

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The blue ticks does not scare me now, they just give their sympathy, like I gave you my number that night. .

Sometimes I call you again and again. After every hour, after everything.

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The "the number you are trying to dial is busy hurts, but the possibility to hear your voice keeps me going.

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I joke around with this truth, maybe everyone's laugh on this tragedy will lower my pain.

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For new seconds, they do.

But the second their laugh ends, the pain comes, like the long lost lover suffering from depression.

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The pain starts to depend on me and l on the calls, which you never pick.

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I told you that the smile emoji means I'm sad, still the blue ticks empowers us.

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Sorry for using "us". I hope one day you'll call me up and I would say, "Wrong number". (I know I will say I love you, just trying to act strong in front of everyone)

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Dear Deleted Number, .

Please flash on my screen once. My mirror is kinda fed up of my tears.

Yours, Who am I to you?

-MR.733

I wish that you knew

"I wish that you knew"

I wish that when I walk away mad
You would follow me and make me be glad

I wish that when I stare at your lips
You would kiss me with your hands on my hips

I wish that when I push or hit you
You would grab me and not let me go through

I wish that when I start cursing at you
You would kiss and tell me you love me too

I wish that when I am very quiet
You would ask me what's wrong and not start a riot

I wish that when I ignore you
You would give me your attention in ado

I wish that when I pull away
You would pull me back in a gentle way

I wish that when I look a mess
You would tell me I'm more beautiful then all the rest

I wish that when I start crying
You would hold me and be silent because inside, I'm dying

I wish that when I am walking
You would sneak up and hug my waist from behind without talking

I wish that when I am scared
You would protect me and say that you cared

I wish that when I lay my head on your shoulder
You would tilt my head up, kiss me and not feel any colder

I wish that when I steal your favorite hat
You would let me keep it for a night thereat

I wish that when I tease you
You would tease me back and make me laugh too

I wish that when I don't answer for a long time
You would tell me that everything is okay after sometime

I wish that when I look at you with doubt
You would back yourself up but not pout

I wish that when I grab at your hands
You would hold and play with my fingers and not let them disband

I wish that when I bump into you
You would bump me back and make me laugh too

I wish that when I tell you a secret
You would keep it safe and untold and yet

I wish that when I look deep into your eyes
You would not look away until I despise

I wish that when I miss you 
You would know that I'm hurting inside too

I wish that when I feel heartbroken
You would know that the pain never goes away unspoken

I wish that when I say it's over
You would know that I still want you to be mine like a lucky clover

I wish that when I say I love you
You would understand that I really do and it's true.

-Mr.733