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Abhor is an acidic, destructive emotion.

It runs amuck through

ones mind and blood like an infection, a grave, threatening to the

whole bloodline of its host.

Love is gracious and tender. It flows across the mind and soul

of one in the form of sacrifice and kind-heartedness. Only love is

truly heroic.

Retribution is an act of violence. It disguised itself as a just

action, but gives birth to a never quenching perpetually burning

fire of hatred.

Love is heartfelt and inspirational. It brings out the best in all

beings. But some use love as a tool to manipulate and ruin anyone

who would be foolish enough to embrace it at first place.

Abhorrence defiles. Sacrifice is an instrument of the monks.

Love annihilates. Retribution is the gift of the mighty.

Abhor is my worst enemy. Vengeance is an angry friend and

Love is what I exactly longed for since eternity.

I must earn my precious romantic moments back and forgive

them who caused me pain. I must move ahead, not with hatred,

but with calm, cold and a rational mind. Easy to say tough to

follow. But who said that greatness can be achieved easily?

Move ahead, not with abhorrence, not only with love.

Move forward with purpose. Take back what you have lost.

Hold your Love close and this time not let it loose.

George paused, while writing these words in his diary as soon

as the flight attendant announced that they have arrived in India


and soon the flight is going to land.

I Still Crave For Him

A Paranormal Love Story of a Vampire

These words were sacred vows to him.

Radiant and vivid, they were souvenir of a very distant past

that had brought him to India from London.

Closing his eyes, he spread his hand out and felt the words

written in his diary. That pain succoured him. It strengthened him.

Well, Love sometimes deserves a good sacrifice, at least this

time. Hed died, lost his love and was left with no purpose for

centuries. But now, his past had come to beckon him, as if the

nightmare of his life, like a Phoenix, had risen from its ash to once

become vivid and colourful. He had found someone from his past.

Apparently in whom he was very much interested. A key to his

heart!

He suddenly felt as if a soothing balm has been to his never

ending heartache.

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