P r o l o g u e

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Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:

I wavered through the streets, among
Objects:

Nothing mattered or had a name:

The world was made of air, which waited.

I knew rooms full of ashes,

Tunnels where the moon lived,

Rough warehouses that growled 'get lost',

Questions that insisted in the sand.

Everything was empty, dead, mute,

Fallen abandoned, and decayed:

Inconceivably alien, it all

Belonged to someone else – to no one:

Till your beauty and your poverty

Filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.

- Pablo Neruda

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He didn't know what to do when in love. He knew he could never do all those things that he often saw in movies; like holding hands, displaying affection or quoting long poetic lines to the girl he loved. All he could do was love . . . Quietly

Maybe that's why he was still single.

She was a die-hard fan of romance. Romance, in which a man loves as much as a woman. Romance, in which a man never tries to stake a claim upon a woman to be solely his. Romance, in which a man loves quietly but passionately. But she knew, she would never meet such a man, who would have all these qualities.

Maybe that's why she was still single.

And sometimes it's all about loving someone for who they are.

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The very first chapter will be up soon. 🤗

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