There were
times I dreamt of experiences for my self-wandering lone-traveler seeking
experiences of all kinds. The past days were the epitomic declarations of my
romances. I love her like I love my life, out of all her imperfections and
indifferences I love her. The sentimental reasons of mine kept her alive even
in her absolute absence. My impetuous sentimental inclination towards her has
grown into a mature one. There, I was a boy imagining myself in different genre
of existences, differing from the animus and anima I could never find a hiding
place for my own. She was a girl living in her utopian social dilemma and I was a
boy living in my own anonymity loving the uncertainties ofj existence pertaining
to the probabilities of possibilities. (18/12/14, 09:1 dI have edited something here. Those words are left to eterninty. Above, those words are still there in their alter life, ghost life.0 PM)
UPDATED : I saw her first on 26 January 2009 : This post was written on 18/03/2013: 06:42 PM : And i said what i wanted to say on Wednesday, May 22, 2013 6:18:00 AM : I met her in person on 16/8/14: 12:07 PM, the craziest thing I've ever done in my life! They say I am crazy 'cause I am in love with the crazy utopia. "Crazy Utopia" could be a person or her, obviously her, thoughts or even her existence. Each day i born new and likewise my love for her is new. I know her for the past five years and i am in love with her from that very point of time whence the "past five years" started. I've decided a myriads and myriads of times not to think of her ever and for never. But, I still keep thinking of her. I, personally, maintain a very secret creed that hails the uncertainty of time. She's a proponent of Crazy Utopia and she's a crazy Utopian too. I feel great whenever i thin
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