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Him….gasp….pupils dilated. Can you fall in love with an imagine of a man. Can your heart melt? Mine did. This mystery man still has my heart 3 yrs later.
But he doesn’t want me or my heart. Am I delusional? Maybe? I just fell for a man’s image…..but do I personally know him? No….but my heart knows him through the music he shares….his music allows me to connect with him through another sense….a sense of hearing….and taking in the notes he takes in as the music plays through my speakers.
That’s the only way I will ever know him. And that’s ok. I’m ok with my psychic fantasy world of him.
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Author:
Chanel T. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
(fantasy, is a start
we can learn to curate our choices there
that way, when reality rewards our patience
our choices in the name of true love
will be that little more practised
to help us path relationship's
much more grounded in sincerity)
thanks for sharing
a very intriguing concept/perspective
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