With every passing day, the dread for the doom enlarges inside me. And these days, almost everyday I am seeing her in my dreams. Those moments and a few minutes after waking up, are the happiest moments of the days. It feels so good being with her, because at that moment it all feels real.
Love is real. It is. Otherwise how can your body tremble and give you goosebumps when you just think about her face, think about talking to her or just touching her finger? How do you suddenly become so happy and chirpy thinking about talking to her who at the moment might be in a different continent thousands of miles apart? Of course all this can be trashed into the bin of hyper unreal romanticism but isn't that real for some people? Maybe, maybe not, maybe it's all outcome of growing up years surrounded by an environment of movies and books, poetry and prose, people and their talks, everything relating somehow to romantic love or whatnot.
9/24/2023 07:26:00 am
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