I can't figure out how an "other one" can do something for someone's life. The question is-- what can the other one do so differently to outdo the real one's love? I am so uncertain of how things go right when everything started so wrong. How can it become so good when everything started so unfair. When the desire to make it happen is just as equal to the intention of making every imagination come to life, then the "other one" exists perfectly on the course of time. "Should it be forbidden? or let it be a sin?" is a question left unanswered since the time begun. I attempt not to answer this quest, but my piece of share would somehow attest and give justice to how much of our fate could do the rest. Mine is a story of a tale, nested in fantasy, crafted by imagination, coupled with hope, love and aspiration. Let the reader succumb to this wild-like truth of an untold story... I wanna be your Shakespeare just for now...just let me be. =)
THERE was her... empty. Wasted. Pierced. Like a puzzle broken into pieces. She came from a very long journey not withstanding all the heavy loads she used to carry.
She has nothing but hope. She wants nothing but freedom. Like a slave chained to her destiny.
All she need is love. But love is pure fantasy. Nothing's real.
And there was "he"... (to be continued)
