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Some people take up so little space that others forget they need any space at all.

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What if we’re not the oddballs,

Not the misfits,

Not the crazy ones,

But simply somewhere we’re not meant to be?

Pieces of a puzzle made for a different picture,

Trying on labels that were never ours to wear.

What if we’re not broken,

But whole in different ways?

What if we’re not miscellaneous,

But undefined.

A story still unfolding,

A chapter still being written?

What if we’re not fragments,

But paths yet to be walked,

Journeys yet to be made?

What if we’re not out of place,

What if we’re not misfits.

But just wanderers on our way?

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Here’s an unsolicited advice.

If someone is happy, let them be happy.

If you can’t say or do something, to add to that happiness, at least don’t take it away.

It sometimes takes a lot for people to be happy. So when they get there, don’t push them back.

Don’t dim someone’s sunshine because you want to stay in the cold.

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Someone told me recently that it’s unfair to share what’s bothering you with someone else and expect them to say something to make it better.

And I’ve thought about it a lot.

And I’ve realized, that when someone opens up your heart to you, and you don’t make any attempts to make them feel better, you make them feel worse.

Don’t let someone feel more alone.

So please try.

To wipe someone’s tears when they cry.

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What makes you so sure that there is a tomorrow? That we still have time? What if the world were ending tomorrow? What would you say to me?

Why haven’t you said it yet?

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It’s not just that I loved you. And that I love you still. I think it’s also because I have lived and grown with you. So many of my moments only exist because we shared them together. Through conversations, through letters, in words and in silences.

So much of me exists only because you knew of it. So much of me exists only because you exist.

And that’s why I love you. Because once upon a time you loved me so much, and I loved so much, that so much of me is just you.

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Please don’t plant flowers in your garden with no intention of tending to them. You can love them, but that doesn’t keep them alive.

I’m not talking about flowers.

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And just like that, one day you begin to accept that you won’t be chosen. That you won’t be the one. That they’d rather let moments pass in silence than speak words of love. That they’d rather let you go than hold you close.

One day, you start to accept that even the smallest things you hoped for were too much. And you will never get them—words, feelings, love. You begin to understand that love cannot be found outside of yourself. And sometimes, the inside of you feels empty too.

Because I love you. And someday I realized that if you couldn’t love me, maybe I’m not worth loving at all?

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What love really is (Captured at Plitvice National Park, Croatia)

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Love from afar (Photographed by Raghav Ahuja at a beautiful garden in St. Gilgen, Austria)

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Pieces of a heart… (Photograph by a 'lost and found' friend :)

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Words

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Someday

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Meet me, beyond (Photographed by Raghav Ahuja at Creta, Greece in July, 2013)

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Footprints (Photographed at Mandvi Beach, Gujarat in December, 2014)

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It was you. - sonika