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Interactive fiction text stories

Living Diary

You came into my life at the perfect moment.
I was broke and you told me how you went through.
We have almost the same story to tell even our likes, we are common.
Knowing you was not an accident.
We have crossed a virtual path, and I believed that was meant to happen.
We've been talking so many things like we're old best friends.
If there's one thing that diverges us, that is -you don't let me reflect on who I am not.
You're teaching me significant things with your perspective which is real.
You're making my heart soft because you make me feel, you're sincere.
You're bringing excitement inside me as I know you're pure.
You filled me with wisdom and that one thing you don't know.
When my days were like rain, you're the cloud.
Before I drop to the ground, you know exactly what my burden is.
When my times were cold like ice, you're my cup of tea that makes me calm.
You know me in my silent mood even in most of the hours I chose to mute myself.
You stay and keep on choosing to be still though I'm a kind of namby-pamby person.
You never let me feel how sometimes I was not treating you right instead you make more time to talk to me by any moment I want to.
You're the only one who understands me when I'm running out of words.
You embrace our differences by not just throwing it away but learning what's behind the bucket.
You appreciate every little thing I do and every word that I say.
I thought we're just good friends but as the time passed by, just like the moon I love your existence.
Thank you for being my journal as I shared to you what's going on my day.
The response that you give, your thoughts that I keep, that thousands of smiles of mine that you're the reason, and from day and night you're there .
If it is possible to wish in a shooting star ,or in a wishing well, you know exactly what I'm going to tell.
That one day, just like that day we crossed in a virtual path, it happened again but this time for real.

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