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…End of the day

We're going to get married at the end of the day.
Not only is this an abnormal thing for me to say
But it's the way
That he said it
Not excitedly
Not as if it was his dream
But as if he would bet it.
We're going to get married one day.
As if it were an inevitable truth
Staring at him questionably
Thinking.. He has some screws loose.. (Actually, he has none of them)
Then he starts to explain to me
All the reasons we're going to get married one day
Promising everyday after every fight,
That we’ll never fight again…
I never turn down an argument..
Nor he will..
But everything he said… Surprisingly made perfect sense (Sometimes)
And some times created a Cold war…
There was an argument I couldn't win
Caz he ended up saying something rare..(…!!!!)
Surrendering is like a best hobby of both of Us.
Though, I have learnt the same from him…
N now…I feel..
We're going to get married one day.

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