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  Better Late Than Never ~Srimoyee Dutta   The memory of our farewell party lingered like a bittersweet melody, a silent echo of unspoken goodbyes. I yearned to etch his image permanently in my mind, a tangible reminder of stolen glances and whispered conversations. Yet, courage fled me at the crucial moment, leaving me with a hollow ache and a photograph uncaptured. The following days were a haunting montage of stolen moments replaying on a loop in my mind: the shy brush of shoulders in the hallway, the electric spark when our fingertips grazed as we exchanged papers, the way his gaze seemed to linger just a beat too long. These seemingly insignificant interactions sent fluttering butterflies through my stomach, leaving me inexplicably sad whenever he wasn't around. Was I the only one who noticed these subtle nuances? Did his heart skip a beat as well, or was it simply wishful thinking - fueled by a yearning I couldn't articulate? The stolen glances, if there were any, o...

  Reality Check ~Srimoyee Dutta I knew it was imminent, but that doesn't make it hurt any less For a long time we were going down different paths, But still I held on to the chance that we might go back to where we used to be I could ask you to stay, But there's really nothing left to say. I think it is going to be emotional and long But I know I am strong I guess we just grew apart But it still hurts in my heart. We went days without speaking or a single text, And all I could do was wonder what was next. Even when things were bad, I never thought this relationship would end, Broken hearts I thought we could mend As I write this, memories flood me, They remind me of all we used to be I've got no energy to cry How did we get this far, and why did something so special have to die? I knew it was over when we started doing things on our own You got so distant and I was alone There are many nights when you're all that's on my mind And days when I can't get out of my ...