There was a time when I found someone special. This person was perfect. Such a masterpiece with no flaws. She was pure like crystal, reflecting and shining. Her light awakened my darkest nights.

Apparently, it was just a dream.

But I woke up angrily.

The thought that she can't be mine.

I met her in my waking world, tortured her with words, saw her in every face I encountered, tried to put into place the most beautiful girl I fell in love with.

No, she was incomplete.

Broken inside, scared of herself, she couldn't trust herself, nor that she could trust me.

A broken thing that never happened, that I broke myself too.

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