I walk and I see lovers. I turn my head and I see lovers. I sit on the bench and beside me are lovers. An old woman comes and asks me, “Are you contented to sit alone?” I answered, “God’s just busy creating the best love story for me and I should wait for that someone who would sit beside me forever.”

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