She kept dreaming on for days..
months…
Still, her actions were the same to what her reality played. Everything remained the same yet so different.
It was the same old Christabel drying her tears, wiping away the ink smurged from the pages she wrote every single night reminding of her rich workaholic parents who never had time for her.
They were so near yet miles apart…
This post is in response to Daily post. Stay tuned to more of me, folks!
-Kikibee
Very moving
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Thank you for dropping by! 🙂
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Distance is measured not in miles but in the heart… very profound, Jensy 🙂
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Thank you so much Arti! It is indeed. However, today nobody can wait for so long … a distant relation.
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Intense! Time will surprise her like magic of stars held in the palm:)
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Thank you Vishal! :))
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