Last time when we met one another, there were no strings attached. You have witnessed everything. I am today just pouring myself out. You remember first time. She was at an Opticians shop, trying new glasses. That geeky spectacles on her made her more reliable person than she truly is. I always wanted her to read me through my poetry and stories. She played a major role in my writings. And obviously, she knows that. That night I was crossing by the shop, when she saw me. She called me up, and I was astonished on that. A few chit chats and she selected her pair of spectacles. To my another surprise, she asked for my notebook of Poetry and Stories. I could not be happy more. I gave her my notebook to my world, and she liked stories and poetry. She even recognized the story involving her. A realm in the stories involved her, all she had to do is relive that in real life. I was looking for a Friend, to laugh loud again.
A letter from a broken heart to his beloved friend Mind.
Note: A work of Fiction involves stories, surrounding reality.