November 26, 2024

Once in a dawn, if I wake up to dismantle my fantasy, how good will you be? You could simply be my figment of imagination. Maybe, you are just what I imagined tomorrow. Perhaps, I see only your honeyed words.  Haply, you are all, but my silly fiction. Because you may forget me tomorrow, salt your words, and cease to follow the script. Your biggest rival is the man in my dreams. He is in every way more ideal than you. But if I offer you my trust and you steal my respect, you shall always be better than him.