Down Memory Lane.

He touched her soul, with words she wanted to always hear. He complimented her like the morning rays complimented the ocean. He gave life to her beauty and soul. If there was something called as perfection, this is where she found it.

They lived happily for the time that passed. She was very happy to be liked, adored, treasured, taken care of and “wanted”.

It felt like sleeping to a bad failure and waking up to a heavenly dreamy success.

But what if it really was a dream? Was it better to live in a smothered and suffocating reality than to live somewhere that could be nowhere at all?

And thus, she decided to accompany Failure. For accompanying Failure that accepts itself is better that accompanying Pretence, because in the later, one can never Know.

And so She chose…