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Most of us are not lucky to find our true love at one attempt like portrayed in novels and movies. Some of us go through a lot of trauma and relationships before finding the right guy or settling for the almost right guy. My life is filled with people who have been an incredible part of my life and people who have left me with a strong impact. Most relationships are not meant to last, but they leave a long standing Impact on us. During the dark days, these relationships bring a smile and warm your frozen heart. As adolescence, the relationship begins with a crush and grows into a more mature soul searching experience.

Some bring joys. Some bring sorrow.  Still, it holds a special place in our memoirs. The day I met him, I knew we had a deep connection. It was beyond common sense and knowledge.  It was thrilling and a scary thought. I felt connected despite various odds. My imagination ran wild and captured every moment in a parallel dimension. Deep down, it would not work in reality. The practical barriers were too many. Still, a part of the jealous me wanted to gobble every second with me and saved it for future reference.

I wished things would be different. I wished and hoped for a miracle. But miracles rarely happen in real life. We moved from strangers to friends. Every day was a treasure. I knew I was pining for the impossible. Still, I wanted every moment to be special. I never really told him how deeply I felt. But then again, words could not communicate my emotions. I expected nothing out of the relationship. I just wanted his time so I could save as many memories my heart could hold. A future did not exist. Yet I wanted memories to hold on. I knew I have to let him go at some point. An era in which he could belong to someone. Time has a strange way of treating people. It might be only 60 minutes an hour. Still, the actual duration differs in reality. Every moment with him flew by. And every moment alone refused to budge. I forced myself to let him go from my thoughts slowly.  My logical sense took over at some point and prompted me to move on. Still, my emotional side is a different story.  One strange morning, he would disappear from my life and I might lose him forever. I just hope that on that day, I would develop a selective amnesia and erase him so I can survive.I am sharing a Half relationship story at BlogAdda in association with #HalfGirlfriend

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