She was a woman of chaos. Sometimes I felt like she was madly in love with me, sometimes she didn't even care about I exists or not. When our relationship started I was the one dominant than her, or just I felt it that way.

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Those days were beautiful. Her each word, the way she spoke everything felt beautiful to me. At that time we didn't much care about the things we say. It was just about listening to each other. I told her everything about me.

There was a time I tried to ignore her. Because of her sensitiveness. She was angry with me about small things. I failed, We became closer than ever before. I think this is how a relationship goes to the next level.

Poetry was one of her favourite things. She read me some boring poems even when I tried to show no interest in it. She writes poetry. I didn't even understand whatever she is writing about. It's only after my friends started admiring her I understood that she was a good poet.

Things changed after a while. The frequency of calls and texts decreased. Most of the times she rejected my calls whenever I tried reaching her.

But she called me every Friday evening and tried to explain to me why she rejected calls.

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After a while, I stopped asking her why she ignores the call. I just waited for her call. I wanted her that much. She became someone I can't leave behind.

It was a Friday, I waited for her call. The call came. It was a male's voice. He said she loves me. That triggered all the anger in me. I shouted at him. With a beep, he dismissed the call. I never heard from her after that. I tried to meet her several times, but she left the town without a trail.

I started to forget her. I killed memories of her by killing my emotions myself. I became someone I wasn't. I imprisoned my feelings.

It was Christmas. I got a postcard saying "I love you" on the envelope. I opened, there was a printed paper. It was a poem. I started reading it.

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Now I can understand her words. I was naive before. Now after all this experience I can feel the poetry.

The poem ended like this,

"I wanted to save you from pain
So I have hidden my pain from you
When the pain is over
I will be waiting for you
In another life."

I cried.

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