Like two magnet, when we were far, we are pull closer, but when we got close, the more identical we found that we are, we were then pushed away. Travelling on an eternal parallel, destine to never meet, till the end of time.
Every single moment feels like an eternity. The wait, knowing at one end about the impossibility, yet being unable to freed one's heart from this torture chamber of one sided love. Agony. The longing, of the impossible.
Feelings, how simple life would be, if mortals could survive on food and rest alone.
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