Only if I can write for him a line that can let him observe the depths of my affection and the beauty of himself, I would call him My Soulmate. But do soulmates even exist? Who in this era love like those in classic romance and the mastery of persuasion? A tale written by some authors to earn their living is how they see it. But don't you approve that they won't have gone that far to make us flip through if those love doesn't exist. Perhaps, they wrote it because their imagination was as unending as ours. Musing their book as a souvenir from their fantasy. Don't you love the idea of being remembered for our works? Of our unreserved love that goes on to outlast our actuality.
Here I am, failing to conclude betwixt my fiction where he and I will eventually live happily ever after and he in his world where I have never been involved.
_Paodon
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The Afterthoughts
Poetry"The Afterthoughts", is a room where I bottle up my cursory thoughts, hidden from the realm I am existing and presenting it to the world where I yearn to fit (bookish world).
