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It was a fairy tale #2

The night was usual but she wanted to open her heart to someone. They were talking about the real things in an unreal world – having discussions about infinity and beyond, of cyclic phenomenon. She asked him for something and there it began - the the story so powerful, a story beyond words. He said, “I don’t know about such things, my lady” and then he dragged her down to a place she could never leave. It was his heart where he kept her, where she felt safe. The seconds slipped into minutes, minutes into hours – the time for them had stopped. They were two hypocrites sharing continuous hypocrisy. Their convoluted ideas and thoughts made their lives daedalian but nonetheless, more beautiful than ever. She said, "I wish I were with you". He said, "I wish you were with me". He became her art, she became his poetry. They were ideas that blossomed into pristine. Yes, it was pristine what they had. They didn’t know what it was, but only knew, it was. They drove each other crazy, literal crazy. Both felt a reaction with their hormones. He was chemistry she was biology and that night biochemistry was born!


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