Words of us

Intro or Prologue?

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Man, who would've thought that we'd end up that way with the only love of my life. It's a happy ending after all since we have now seen the same blue sky.

Apparently, inside the library with a fine blue day gazing through the windows.

       I always thought inconsistently that, everyone; me, you, all of us, people obviously, have no much in common in my honest opinion and I consider that in the highest degree. We have different perspective, views, perceptions, way of thinking, thoughts and personalities.
     Though it wouldn't be surprising if you have ever thought of having no one to understand what you feel. It's common. Like how boys and men have a morning mood. And like how girls, surprisingly in times, have no tidy thoughts, though very dirty in particular. It's common.
   

But saying that this is common is quite an uncomfortable way to put it, I'd say it's 'normal' instead.

Yes, it's quite saddening to just think that no one understands you, in actuality, really gives weight on you. Unless you're that positive guy who became the successful businessman, you can't just lift it easily.

But what's the point? What's the point in telling all of this? You might have at least thought of it, right? My point is that; you're free to see your self as garbage, as long as you're disposable, you can be of use. What's the connection, right? Lame jokes aside,
    That's how I at least think. It's probably just also the author's way to communicate to you. But no, because this was written for the purpose of making this into a story, my story specifically, and it's about my life. Wait. Like the an autobiography? Lmao no. It's the becoming of a tragedy of my life when I met Anne Elizabeth Harrison, the girl who's the only love of my life, the complete chaos and distortion to my plain gray life. The girl who became the morning star at a radio show. The girl who gagged the stage disrupting the program. And the girl who met Paul Morrison, her imagined husband by me, your great guy, Paul.

We're childhood friends since the start of Obama's era. We usually go hang out and play often, like adventurers. But it changed when we got to high school. She became the school's leading girl. A legend. The great Anne Elizabeth, became my former friend. And I, Paul Morrison, now no longer have connections with her. And due to my personal interests, I had planned to study abroad and go to a music school and continue  on my piano skills. That, of course, would separate us badly. Luckily, she found this mystery, from 43 years ago actually. And like any other, we'll solve this and make this as an excuse so that I could low-key hangout with her on my remaining days here in Lacenshore. Or so that's what I think.