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Before I Knew You

Before I knew you, I did not know myself. Before I knew you, I thought I knew myself.

I did not know that a stray wind carrying in its fold a faint fragrance from yore, would make my heart miss a beat, stop time and freeze me in its eternal moment. I did not know that a laughter from a stranger would reverberate across an ocean of full of shackled memories, and huge tidal waves of your thoughts, could drown me into eternal grief. I did not know that I will catch myself so often, intensely staring at strangers in red, for red was your favourite colour.

Before I knew you, I thought I had conquered love and were immune to it.

Before I knew you, I was barely human.

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  1. The last line.
    says it all.

    there's this song your words remind me of. jus felt like sharing
    Late at night I close my eyes
    And think of how things could have been
    And when I look back
    I remember some words you had said to me
    It's better to have lost at love
    Then never to have loved at all
    I won't forget you baby
    Even though I should.
    Sometimes in my head
    I can still see pictures of you
    And I laugh to myself
    When I think of all those crazy things that we used to do
    Although miles come between us
    Just between you and me
    I should let you fade away
    But that just wouldn't be me
    Although miles come between us
    Just between you and me
    I won't forget you baby
    Memories slowly fade
    I won't forget you baby
    And all the plans we made

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