Abstract Love
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In this moment of time, can you really still believe in something as love that has been lost? Or more specifically, a love that has been forgotten?
I know, it's kind of dramatic in a way. Isn't that the kind of romantic story everyone dreams? A guy sees a girl then they meet. They become friends and they hang out. Both of them falls in love secretly to each other. No one has the courage to tell how they feel. Out of the blue, a scene happens that will make the guy to admit. He pours every bit of his feelings out in his speech. The girl, shocked, thought that it has always been a one sided love in her part. The guy tells her that he knows it's wrong to be in love with her because they're friends. Annoyed, the girl kisses the guy to finally shut him up. And tells she loves him too. They start a relationship until they're both head over heels with each other. Thinks that they have the greatest life in the whole world just because they're together. Then the climax of their love story comes up leaving both of them devastated and away from each other.
The usual love story in novels, all of us knows about it already. But why does everyone still reads and finishes it and still have that same reaction they feel because they can relate to it, or maybe, they just think they can relate to it because it's the love story that they have been dreaming all their lives.
Everyone thinks they know the ending or at least predicts what's it to be. The truth is although all the relationships are kind of the same, there's still this one factor that differs each and every story from the other. You wanna know what it is?
It's the feeling that each of them have within the context of being together and having someone to share their life with.
The true magic.
The real salvation.
The perfect sharing of two souls into one.
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