the notebook
no! i am not making my own "notebook" version. Mr. Sparks did his own of mine. And for fortunate coincidences, he had published it ahead with tearful blockbuster. so moved, i save the remainder of Saturday night from pophops for emotional investment of another love story in a less novel way.
no! i am not in love but was. love is history and one of my necessary past madnesses. it only gave me bold idylls and short rendezvous with so-called destiny. each memory of it was a holiday from reality. i jubilated every after exchange of words and smileys with love. grinned every sight of its presence in varied annoying forms..everywhere everyday. even leapt in private when i heard she was coming in the city. the rest was a happy paralysis when she was one-arm away.
that is how i was addicted to love. "they" - horoscopes, universal coincidences, scotomic brain and addicted heart - said she was my soulmate. i said, i wish(ed). she was purely admirable and i neer moved to have her. i was in deep catatonia and fate was too forbidding.
catatonic..i realized i was indeed in love last 00:00:01
no! i am not in love but was. love is history and one of my necessary past madnesses. it only gave me bold idylls and short rendezvous with so-called destiny. each memory of it was a holiday from reality. i jubilated every after exchange of words and smileys with love. grinned every sight of its presence in varied annoying forms..everywhere everyday. even leapt in private when i heard she was coming in the city. the rest was a happy paralysis when she was one-arm away.
that is how i was addicted to love. "they" - horoscopes, universal coincidences, scotomic brain and addicted heart - said she was my soulmate. i said, i wish(ed). she was purely admirable and i neer moved to have her. i was in deep catatonia and fate was too forbidding.
catatonic..i realized i was indeed in love last 00:00:01
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