A Dark Soul
"You have a dark soul," he said.
"It wasn't always so," she replied.
"What happened, then?" he asked.
"It was after my loved one died."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"I am, too. It was futile."
"Futile in what sense?"
"He died before his time."
"You must miss him, then."
"Every minute of every day."
"He was lucky to have you."
"Indeed. If only you knew."
About Me
- Rash Arsi
- As we grow older, we look back at ourselves and laugh at the naive people we used to be. When I re-read the description of myself that I had put up earlier, I did just that. How innocent was I, to believe that I will either be loved or hated. I have since realised there is a vast chasm between the two emotions, and most of humanity's emotions lie in this valley. We can easily love a person and dislike their flaws, or hate a person yet find aspects of them noble and likeable. So I will leave it to you to decide whether you like me, hate me, or, like the vast bulk of humanity, just can't make up your mind!
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