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The Man That Does Not Exists

I saw a man looking at me, He is tall with fair complexion and absolutely handsome. 

As our eyes met, I’ve noticed his attractive eyes that bid me to like him.

I gazed into his nose; it was pointed as a mountain that encourages me to admire him.

I glanced at his lips; it was reddish pink that tempts me to kiss him.

His kiss was so gentle and passionate.

It seems like a fairytale where the bells were ringing and the birds were singing.

That kiss takes longer; every second is worth remembering and bursting with affection.

After that kiss, we dance in the middle of the dawn

and the stars were celebrating with us.

I looked at his face.

He was perfect; his eyes, his nose, his lips and everything are perfect.

I touched his smooth face and he closes his eyes as an act in response.

We both feel the sensation and wish to stop at that moment.

I’d never met him nor seen him before but he introduced me the meaning of love.

Yes! You heard it right… I’d already loved Him…

I closed my eyes and I felt so much happiness.

 I saw a spark on his eyes as I opened my eyes.

He was the man that I’ve been waiting for so long.

He now then give his name..

RICHARD… I couldn’t help but to admire on his manly name…

Then we dance, dance, and dance again..

But like in fairytale, there’s a witch’s voice disturbed us.. (The voice was very familiar)

As the voice getting louder and clearer, I’ve realized that it was my mother calling my name and trying to wake me up..

Yes he exists but only in my dreams

I know for a fact that I am just dreaming but if he was just a dream, I don’t want to wake up anymore.

This is the time to wake up and to face the reality of life

And as I woke up„ I need to accept that RICHARD does not exists

or if he does, JUST IN MY DREAMS

All I can do now is to wait for him again to visit me……………..

IN MY DREAMS..