Story of A Difficult Love

He was a difficult man

Different too

Too different…

He had once said “I am too much in my wholesomeness…completeness”

Yes, He was a narcissist as well…


She hoped to reach to his depths

All the inner corners

Secret boxes

And dark patches (from the past, that often haunted his present)

Less and less so, now

But it did.

They both, kept on going

In unison

Or in separation (of moments that would stretch to days)

But kept going, they did.

She, in her little world

And he, in his big one.

With unlimited heart to give to anyone who may wanted or intrigued him.

He kept on crafting stories, living, dying, living…

And she fought on with elusivity…


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