"Be in my heart and let me flow through your veins!"

Ummm, if you'd asked me a few months back, I'd have declared it impossible!", I exclaimed. "Well, I had probably asked.", She chuckled.

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I laughed lightly and a momentary silence prevailed. . "Why do you love me?", I quivered. . "Again! Again! Take a break and stop fooling with me!", She exclaimed. . "No! I'm serious. Why do you love me? Tell me. What did you find in me? What on earth did I do so special for you to fall for me? Tell me honey! Just be honest. I need to know whether my love is enough for you.", I bawled and again it was followed by a momentary pause.

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"My love for you? It's you in me and me in you. Love isn't a feeling, it's the air which I breathe in and you constitute it. You're the poem which rhymes with my existence, you're the tune which beats with my sighs, you're the light which beams through my core cracks, you're the hue which brightens up my soul....

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And about you loving me enough? No you don't. You need to love me more every day. Look at me the way you've never looked at any other girl, kiss me as if it's your last kiss, hug me as if I'm your most priced possession, damn, love me as if you'd die the very next second.

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Be in my heart and let me flow through your veins!", She said.

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The record ended and she turned off the player. She placed a bouquet on my grave and took out my novel which was always with her. She touched it on the heart of the stone, kissed it, put it back in her pocket and started walking. 

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As she reached for her car keys, she couldn't find the novel with her. Maybe, she would dropped it there. She went back to get the piece of paper and found it by the side of the stone. She picked it up to find red stains on it. Something was engraved with blood and it read... .

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"Be in my heart and let me flow through your veins!", and her wrists were slit open.