August 11, 2011
Once upon a dream, there were a boy named Manhattan and a girl named Annie. She loved him so much with all her heart. And Manhattan was nothing but nice and lovely to her all the time. Annie was pretty sure, without a slight of hesitation, that Manhattan would finally declare his pure and everlasting love to her.
All days and nights Annie waited for him to say the words. She had been waiting with an unbelievable kind of patience and smiles. In other hand, Manhattan gave back her kindness and smiles with his lovely way of act, like he usually did but more.
But as my dream started to fade away, Manhattan never said to Annie the words she desperately wanted to hear. They remained nothing but a lovely nothing.
P.S. The amusing part of this is that Manhattan appeared to be a boy. Original writing here.