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There are many things left unspoken. I wanted to spit them out but I am afraid of the outcomes that would possibly happen. Too scared. What the worst thing could happen if I tell the truth?
The closest I can think about is, you will leave me. No. I don't want it to happen. I can't. What a nightmare it would be if you left me after I told you that I love you since the beginning we met.
You probably already gone even before I tell the truth about my feelings towards you. And the words still left unsaid. Pathetic, isn't it?
So, when is the right time for me to admit everything? Is it today? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Or even never?
I have no idea. I think I'll just let the universe to answer all of the questions and let the words remain unspoken.
And I only can imagine, if the parallel universe does exist, and there's a moment where we are already together, standing by the river at the windy night, holding each other hands so tight. And, the unspoken words become the spoken words.
If only I can imagine...
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Oneirataxia
Short Story𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐚 (𝒏.) 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 ----------------------- This book is an anthology of short stories, monologues, poems, and poetries I have written...
