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I loved a Robot.

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Sitting by the sea, her hair was blowing like they are dance-synchronizing with the breeze, partly smiling her silent lips were telling a beautiful poetry, holding a notebook in her one hand and a pen in other she was too engrossed in her thoughts, not caring about the surrounding or the time or how she has grabbed the attention of a hundred of the people around, and then she started writing. She began to pen down her every thought, cutting, writing again, cutting again, and so on. Her lips were stretching and expanding with a smile after every word she wrote. So many thoughts so many words and her topic - just one - him.

They say, "She was a perfect blend of a pretty face with a kind heart and a quick-witted brain. She was too smart to be broken and too beautiful to be a writer. She was both the art of God and an artist herself. Her writing was flawless and a perfect depiction of art and it was hard to believe someone as breathtaking as her could be this torn up inside." 




She used to be the most giggling-happy-go-lucky girl. Always smiling, cracking jokes, having fun. Her kindness was the most liked part of her personality, her wit was unmatched, everyone seemed to be the fan of her sarcasm. Nobody was sad around her. She was famous to cheer up every sad person and broken hearts. They used to envy her for her happiness and how she always found the reason to laugh and smile no matter what. They used to ask her the secret of happiness and how she manages to be positive and generous always.

...and then one day she fell in love.

She saw him she smiled and then she never smiled again or maybe she did just not the same.

They say, "It will be wrong to say that she stopped smiling afterward, however, her smile was not the same, her giggles were not real, her happy face was a lie, and her heart was now broken."

I still know how all her friends used to regret her falling in love - she never regretted it though. 

In the beginning, she was the happiest, all crazy in love with him, her world was limited up to him. She used to stare him quietly and love him secretly and then one day he realized her love and there began the problem.

They started to talk and getting closer to each other and with every passing day, she was falling more and more in love with him - she didn't just love him, she idealized him, she worshipped him. His attention was everything she wanted, his presence was everything she needed, his love was everything she desired, and his loyalty was everything she wished.

Growing in love, she didn't realize that it was all one-sided and it would only end up in breaking her heart in a million, billion pieces that she would never be okay again. And then that day came, he became tired of her and left.

They say, "It was the last time they saw her genuinely smiling. Although, she still smile and tried to look as happy as she always had been but it was never the same. She was more kind, more generous, most helping and loving, just not happy."

They used to envy her for happiness and now all they wished for her was the same old happy her. They watched her putting the notebook and the pen down, smiling with tears in her eyes, rubbing her eyes with her palms, smiling again, and leaving. One of them ran towards the notebook to read what she was writing for so long.

"I loved a Robot. A human who was more of a robot. A beautiful human with the prettiest smile, and big shining eyes, who was smart, bold, and brave, the most intelligent, the courageous, and daring. I loved a human who was determined enough to touch the skies and timid enough to carry the love of a girl in his heart.  I loved him with all the love in my heart and in return, he left. I loved a robot - a human robot."



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