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		<title>Miles between us&#8230;</title>
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		<category><![CDATA[dedications]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[She could imagine him leaving. Just three weeks, he had said, as he kissed her tenderly.  At times like this, she could understand what he often termed as relativity. Even stretch of hours would never seem long with him, they would just turn into sand which slips so fast however hard you try to hold [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She could imagine him leaving. Just three weeks, he had said, as he kissed her tenderly.  At times like this, she could understand what he often termed as relativity. Even stretch of hours would never seem long with him, they would just turn into sand which slips so fast however hard you try to hold it.</p>
<p>She had thought of seeing him off at the airport but had run away the day before. It was now why she understood goodbyes were so painful, the only consolation at such times is the promise of being together again. She didn’t see it in his eyes, it’s a daring thing to do, but she heard it in his voice, she knew it in her heart.</p>
<p>Memories are important, she realized, watching the blue sky filling up with cotton clouds as she heard the song he had dedicated to her. She understood what they meant when they said…</p>
<p><strong><em>“The time we spent apart will make our love grow stronger<br />
but it hurt so bad I can&#8217;t take it any longer…”</em></strong></p>
<p>(<strong>P.S</strong>-Can anyone please mail me ‘I wanna grow old with you’ by Westlife or pass the link. I can’t get to download it from anywhere…)</p>
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