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You Deserves the Best..!!!

You still cry about someone who left you for someone else,
Who doesn't think of you anymore.
It's been a year that he broke your heart.
But you still couldn't talk about it; you tremble when someone enquires about it,
You little girl, you dared to push someone out of your life whom you loved with all your
heart.
You didn't give him the chance to destroy you anymore emotionally.
You're wise enough to sense that he is not the one for you even if you've loved him for a few years now.
You deserve someone who will treat you the way you treat every important person in your life.
Someone who will travel half the world just to see your eyes.
You deserve someone who loves books as much as you do,
Who plays tennis as much you do,
Who will be ready to travel 20 kms at 1 am to drink masala chai with you.
You deserve someone who won't give excuses or beg for second chances.
You deserve a man who calls you his queen and not a guy who keeps switching between friendship and relationship.
A man who will love you more than you love yourself.
Someone who will spend time with you even when he has hell lot of work to do.
Someone who will find a way in the darkest shades of your personality and still appreciate it.
Someone who loves all your beautiful flaws and short tempers.
A man who accepts your past, comprehend your present and imagines a future with you.
A man who'll build goals and bucket list just for you two.
You deserve a man who holds your hand and embraces you when you never excepted it.
Someone who remembers and notices every small thing about you.
You deserve a man who imagines a beautiful life with you ten years down the lane.
A man who wants to grow old with you.
Who will motivate you to do things that scare you,
Who will find happiness in the smallest things just like you do,
Who will pamper you the way how he wants his daughter to be treated.
Someone who will Love your big nose broad forehead, dark circles, and witch fingers, just because they're yours.
You deserve someone who will discover that you're an integral part of the world's happiness.

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