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Ever since they were kids, she remembered how he grabbed her hand while she was pretending to be asleep. Even then she knew that her feelings for him was different and she felt like she owned him, because he was hers. He did a lot for her and she was always certain of his love. But as she grew up, she started to deny her feelings as she saw them as wrong and even denied his right to feel for her. Everything happy was turned down though she knew deep down that she was doing wrong but wanted to do so much for him. Today she looks at him with the eyes of the kid she once were and wished that the love she once was so certain of could exist once again, but he was a changed man and not the same one. Sometimes when she spoke to him through their long distance she could feel the shadow of that lost love but she could never own it as she once did and she was doubting herself more than ever as the shadow of the denial also existed and was at war with her longing for him.
How ever she wanted to turn it , it was either to late or wrong and left on the corner of her mind. But still his images hunts her and her memory of his hand holding hers as she was sleeping, thinking that she would not notice as he was madly infatuated would forever linger in her mind.