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History Repeats Itself

I am romantic. Okay I am an emotional fool and highly romantic. When I was a kid(not that I ain't now) I did all kinds of extreme things. Like proposing to a girl when I was in the third standard. I of course never did drugs but how about quarrelling with your 'girl'friend's mother? That too in the ninth standard! Well, there are many but many of my teachers even believed (rightly) that I was(and am) incorrigible.

I don't know much about Fate. Or destiny for that matter. Of course I know what they mean in the dictionary, but that is just all about it. If you ask me about it and may be speak on them for a couple of hours I would probably fill them with ummm, aahhhs and your yawns. But what do you do when what happened to you long back come back to you the exact same way? How do you react to such a situation? The similar feelings, mixed with the grown maturity and all the complexities of growing up start playing against each other. Its almost like becoming a football. The child in you want to go back. The present in you is not sure. The adult in you wants to let go and move ahead. The present again holds you back saying that you should not do something again that would make you regret things again.

I really don't know what to do. The situation is pretty screwed. i really don't if I should be happy about. I always wanted for this thing but now that I have it, I know not what to do! I just hope I get through this well and proper. And yes I do love her. 

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