The new has succeeded in entering the door of the heart, albeit just within the entrance. There is a place for the new and there is an element of its noticeable absence. Fondness is existent and has led to subconscious yearnings.
However, there is an awareness of the disparity and the unsuitability present, due to the lifestyles and the perceptions kept.
Also, there is a definite seeping in of the old. It has penetrated so deeply into the heart that pain is felt when there is a knowledge of suffering. It has become so bonded and intertwined with the sinews and recesses of the heart.
Love is not measured by time in some cases but 12 years is so much more compared to 1 year. They encompass ups and downs in their intensity, both on singular and mutual bases. The treasure box storing such moments is full to the brim.
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