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Realization....

You realize it when you can't hear anyone else say any ill about them.. You realize it when holding their hand makes you feel better.. You notice when their sweet words melt your anger... You realize it when somehow you always want to forget and forgive.. You notice it when you stop comparing it to what you imagined.. You notice it when you gain a better understanding... you notice when you open your heart a bit... you realize it's real when you stop fantasizing...you realize it's there when you stop idealising.. You realize when you let things the way they are,,, and when you notice them in their own way... You realize maybe it's different somehow..coz you don't know anyone even if you think you know.. You realize maybe it's expressed some way else.... You realize that maybe the flaws persist.. You realize maybe they everywhere exist... But you know it when a smile makes your day beautiful... You know it when you realize it's not exactly how you imagined...but maybe, it's better..coz it's reality and not an imagination...

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