There was once a girl with trembling emotions. She hovers in the room of melancholy and did not even take a step to get out of it. She dreamed of being rescued not by a man with a horse and his sword, but by a man with a paint and a brush to color her life.
She suddenly met him. And she asked, " How can you color my life?"
The man then responded, " Whatever color you wanted me to put on, I will use it".
She felt disappointed. She ignored him. She realized she does not want her life to be painted according to what she likes, but what she wanted that someone to do without her supervision.
She then dreamed of a man with a calculator and a ruler. She suddenly met him and asked, " Can you compute the years you will stay with me?"
The man responded, " Whatever equation you have provided me, I can still arrive at the right answer."
She felt satisfied, but then again she pushed the man away.
She realized its not the numbers that count. It's the value within those numbers.
For the last time, she did not dream of anything. Only the darkness of the night can be seen. She saw a man staring at the stars. She asked him and said, " Why on earth are you staring at those stars?"
The man turned to her and said, " Because just like the stars, I can make someone's life glow in times of darkness. "
She was amazed, but for her, its not yet enough.
The man then said, " I may not be a painter who can color your life, nor an engineer who can calculate years of time, but I can be the man who stays with you when black turns white and when age is just a number. I am a dreamer who is strong enough to understand your nightmares.
She was speechless but water from eyes flow and her heart beats again for a man.
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