Her Earth And His Orbit
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  • Reads 242
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Aug 13, 2020
•HER EARTH AND HIS ORBIT•
-But the most heart breaking thing is, it's just an imagination of my empty head-
Usually, when something you've dreamed about your whole life actually happens, it's a disappointment. The reality never quite lives up to the fantasy, where everything is perfect. This was everything I had ever imagined it would be, and more.
Whenever I imagined about the smoky room perfumed with frankincense,he clothed in blue stares quietly out the window, holding a pastel Carnation.
He stares at the pastel carnation for a long time and starts to mutter ; his statements were  unclear to me so I went closer to him.
-But I couldn't stop finding himself between the crowd where ever I used to go.He's my imagination only. He's someone whom I could trust and  share all the stuffs.But he's just my imagination with whom I'm can never meet-


                                           __•  He's  the  sun; 🌻I'm  his  sunflowers •__
                                          I'm  the  earth;  🌎but  his  orbit  is  different
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