In the heart of a bustling city where the streets thrummed with the pulse of life, there lived a young woman named Mia. Mia was a dreamer, with a heart full of hope and a head full of fantasies, especially when it came to the man who occupied her thoughts day and night—Lucas.
Lucas was the epitome of charm and charisma, with a smile that could light up a room and a laugh that danced like music in the air. Mia had fallen for him like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, captivated by his every word and gesture.
But there was a bittersweetness to Mia's infatuation, for Lucas was a man of many passions and pursuits, and though he treated Mia with kindness and affection, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was just a passing thought in his mind—a fleeting distraction in the grand tapestry of his life.
As Mia walked the city streets, her thoughts consumed by Lucas, she couldn't help but wonder if he ever thought of her in the same way. Did he lie awake at night, his heart filled with longing for her as hers was for him? Or was she simply a passing fancy—a footnote in the story of his life?
Try as she might to push the thoughts aside, Mia couldn't escape the ache of longing that filled her heart—a longing for a love that may never be, a yearning for a connection that existed only in her dreams.
And yet, despite the pain of unrequited love, Mia couldn't bring herself to let go. For even in the face of uncertainty, there was a sweetness to her longing—a hope that burned bright like a flame in the darkness, refusing to be extinguished by the harsh realities of the world.
And so, as Mia wandered the city streets, her heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled dreams, she clung to the hope that one day, Lucas would see her for who she truly was—a woman worthy of love and affection, a soul brimming with passion and desire.
For in the end, it wasn't about whether Lucas thought of her or not—it was about the love that burned within Mia's heart, a love that would endure long after the echoes of longing had faded into the night.
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Un libro al azar/A random book
FantasyA book with random short stories and some longer stories about a lot of things. You might find some random poetry in there too so don't mind that.