the relationship never starts..
it never progressed.
and to stop it is a must..
the laughter is never heard..
the cries is never seen..
the question is never answered..
the big deal isn't big..
the small one isn't small..
it is something we bragged about..
if the feeling of hate is loved,
the feeling of love is hated,
can one be someone??
poetry is not my field of interest..=='
with that,,thanks for reading..