I was loved.

I never felt love,

Not that I was unloved or hated but ,

I never felt the romantic love.

The love that has a lost place in my heart.

The love that is mad and deep and passionate.

The slow, comforting and steady love.

The love where the tilt of umbrella is little more towards you.

The love where fingers are interlocked while holding hands.

The love that could be far yet closest to heart.

The that never leaves and choose to stay.

The love where kisses are not just on lips but more on foreheads.

The love that fondles as fingers on your face.

Not that I was unloved or hated but,

I was loved as an option

The one where commitments were feared of

The love where I was left behind.

The love where I was kissed but never held in arms.

The love where I too was loved but was never the lover.

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