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The day i forgot to smile....

Do you remember the last time you had a quarrel with your friend? Your love? Your family? Try and recollect what is the one thing you would fight about or try to defend yourself on?
A lie? something you missed telling them, isnt that where the truth lies?
A truth? that you shouldnt have told, because deep inside you know that it will not convince them.

What would you choose if there were secrets deep in your heart, that you cant share; nothing can be made out of sharing for that matter. It wouldnt change anything if you shared it with a friend probably, she convinces you telling that life has many more challenges than this! "They will understand". What if your friend exclaims "What?!". Thats where your problem is.. when you friend denies your reason, shouts on your face to ask you "what you have done?!".

When you are young, have you ever heard to your mother's worries? her tiresome days, when she asks you to take care a little bit by yourself. On this very day, your life changes. Suddenly you dont understand what is to "take care" of yourself. Later, when you get the hang of it, your life really does change.. Now, the next time your mother asks you to do something for her... you say "no" and take care of yourself. This you do not realise at 20, but regret at 25.

Then, comes that very question. "What have i done?", "Is there a way to undo it?", "What if i tell them?"
I am right there. Asking myself the same questions. Should i with all rights of my life, keep a secret or tell them?

Should i care for them and keep it to myself or just tell them and feel regret-free for the rest of my life?
but the resultant of the truth could be hard enough that i could lose everyone, every single person in my life.
To lose them or not?

This day i think more than the size of my brain! I forget what it is to look at a familiar face, give a smile.. i think that nothing would mean more than to speak to truth. the whole truth... but I swear I dont have the guts. Not to think but to smile at them. I keep thinking when i talk to them.. what if i just told you now, while you are smiling at me? Would you forget to smile at me forever?!




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