Dear Dana,
Life at times take a sharp turn, speeds up, careens, screeches... dart straight into the garage just to realize it wasn't fun 'coz no one watched. While, life's engaged in the making of a show stopper you forget to realize that you are the one driving the Mitsubishi.
It was never luck but choices u make that causes The Butterfly Effect...
Life without a crush is boring huh ? I wish you were here to answer me. I always thought you must have been too busy back then... This is a small compensation for all that we missed. You know I even wrote a pretty lame poem for you. Too lame to be mentioned perhaps.
Well! I still remember the first time I saw you. Perhaps, eight years back. Ummm... with braces I guess. What ever small colloquy you had... congealed the air around. I felt it 'coz I was there. I was too lame to think it in the wrong way... too shy to tell any one... and too pathetic to realise you'r no more. Never mind what happens infant stays infant. We get over it. But again there's a small infant in me that still misses you.
I hope you don't mind. I had to write this no matter how lame it sounds and no mater how waste of time it would be for you to read it... I really miss you. Please don't go by what people thinks... I think therefore You are.
With regards,
Fan-atic

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