"𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏"
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"Why do you avoid meeting my eyes?" His voice came out as an inaudible whisper, hi...
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“ you never left my mind since the time we first met”
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Have you ever been to the meadow?
Like a flower in the field?
There are so many flowers around you, some are budding, some are blooming, some are withering, some are ready to pluck, some thornes are poking, the petals are shining, enhancing the flower.
But then you, a single flower between the thousands of flowers.
No flower will care for you, you are alone even among the thousands of flowers.
Then a sudden entry of a bee comes.
That bee, one particular chooses you as a nectar, as completing one purpose of flower. You get noticed by that bee between the bunch of flowers.
Same happened here, with Mishka.
She was a flower, a blooming one.
That boy, whose name she still doesn't know came, helped her even when she hadn't spoken a word.
His eyes, they were... warm & comforting?
Brown things are so beautiful, like a coffee, like skin or like someone's eyes.
His eyes were the same, a comfort cage for her. He trapped her between his orbs.
And now she is tangled between his thoughts, only him.
But the question is...Who was that boy?
And why did he stop for her?
This world is selfish, the people around here selfish, cunning. You can hardly find good -hearted people in this barbarous reality of this world.
She found one!
That unknown boy.
But can she trust him? Does she have permission to trust him? To talk to him? To know him or to be with him?
Or is that boy wearing a mask of facade behind that kind gesture of his?
Do you know what is the most dangerous feeling in this living period?
The unawareness, the differentiation.
You never know who your genuine people are or who is playing with you.
