Once upon a time there was a boy. He was named after the famous person who no longer exists. He lived in a world that no longer exists, in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, where everything was discovered and everything was possible. A pen could be a sword. A stone could be a gold. A paper could be a kite. A tree could be a castle. A flower could be a perfume. Once upon a time there was a boy who loved to write about random things. He was a hopeless romantic. He wrote about love stories that do not exist, people that do not exist, life that cannot be achieved, where every single detail is possible with his pen and paper along with his imaginations. This was one of the things that can make him indubitably happy in a cruel world which can no longer be found.
Once upon a time there was a boy who used to be lonely and melancholic not because he is sad, but because he felt incomplete. But not until that day. Once upon a time there was a boy and that day came along in his life when he met that girl who no longer exists, who lived across the field that no longer exists. They made each other absolutely happy. A boy made a thousand of stories with his girl. She was a Queen and he was a King in a castle which nowhere to be found. In autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They really loved each other. And in that moment they were infinite. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl. She was the reason of his genuine happiness. She was the reason why his heart finally start beating. And she was the reason why his world keeps on turning. He was quiet unsure of where the future may lead them. One thing was for sure though, her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
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