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A longing that felt like an unhealed memory. A longing to ... Undo destiny... To demand to be his To drive away into a wilderness... A longing to love and be loved... To feel the wind across smiles and skin A longing that had lived and relived ever since having looked up and smiled back into eyes that held the warmth that would last in memory beyond the grave. A longing that he stayed back... That he did not leave so early... And yet like a preparation he left quick.. and then as if destiny disposed...something fell down..and she held to the transient moments hoping he stayed longer to pick it up, to push back furniture and those quickened footsteps that matched her quickened heartbeat. A woman who woke up through him was trying to retire to slumber again trying to hoodwink a longing that refused to die. A longing she sufficed telling herself... Anyways..he never was behind a twinkle a tinkle and a trot, he never kissed her when she was asleep he never had known the wind that had known her skin he never had held her hands he never had given her a pet wrapped in pink ribbons... He was longed for, but then he had never been part of a dream carried till date.