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They say I am hopeless. Hopelessly crazy over you. Hopelessly in love. Well, I wouldn't brush it off as a lie. I am crazy over you, I do think of you a lot. Most of the times in fact. But do I love you? I do not know. Is this love? I don't know that either. But I love what happens to me when my mind is full of you. I know we have neither spoken to each other nor seen each other, Or maybe, we might have, only He, who plays these games with us can know for sure. 
That one glimpse I saw years ago, when I pestered Him with infinite questions and threatened Him with streams of tears, is enough for me to know. That you are and that you will be. That glimpse alone is enough for me to wait my entire lifetime, till the day you are ready for me. Till then and till forever, this heart beats only for you. I just pray you realize that soon enough while I still am.

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