They met in a library. Or maybe it was next to a lake. Or on an online forum. It didn't really make a difference. What mattered was that they met. As if it was meant to happen. They went fast through the introductions. They both knew, I don't know why, I don't know how, that it was meaningless to waste time on trivia. Destiny was pushing them to more serious issues. A lot more serious issues. She talked first. Or he talked first. Again... it didn't, really, matter. The words could come from either one of them. It was as if she was saying what he was thinking. Or the opposite. They talked about life, about loneliness, about kindness, about nature, about books and music and movies and poetry and so many other things. Little things. Boring things. Things that made them feel joy. They shared with each other what makes them feel happy, what makes them feel sad, what makes them feel strong or weak, what makes them laugh and what cry. She was smiling when he was talking. He was smiling when she was talking. They shared, they became one. They joined their experiences into a beautiful, surrealistic statue. The ones you see in the museum and don't understand because they only express the feelings of the one who created them. That statue was them. Them as two individuals who once had a lonely life. Them as parts of the one they became. The night came. They said good night. They said they will meet each other in their dreams. And they parted....
Ok this thread is bonkers. Funky Kong-level bonkers. Somebody get these apes a surfboard and let’s ride.
I did read it. I’m sorry, I’m a bit tired and the back-and-forth of you two made me laugh by the time I got to the bottom. Are you suffering from heartbreak?
No need to say you are sorry. That was your honest opinion. It could be a heartbreak, an emotional turmoil, an elusive dream. What difference does it make?
I'm sorry it ruined it for you. The image of "macho/tough" guys is not one of my traits. If men allowed themselves to cry more maybe our world would be a better place.
It was cool, but the crying part it's just an attraction killer, you don't tell those type of things to a girl and not in a first date. After I read that it completely lost any sense of reality the text. Unless you were talking about a gay friend or something like that. I think this type of stories need to have a touch of reality, maturity to feel real I doubt this ever happened or could happen. Fantasy needs to feel real or possible. I think you were asking for feedback? Otherwise don't mind me