I am the hero of someone's dream ; I am the villain of someone's interpretation ; I am as eternal as chaos in your approximity ; I am as real as the rising sun . I am in love , atleast I pretend . I am in love , atleast they interpret . Yet I have never been in love . I have never witnessed; the love as expressed in people's literature, in sonnets and music . I have never seen stars shining and moons seren . I am a monologue , a loaner in anguish and fear to carve a sky . I am the dialogue , answer to my conscience; to win or to lose , but not to get rejected. I am confused for I am not in love as dictated by sonnets ; as presented by classics ; as portrayed by theaters ; as pretended by protagonist in reels. I am not in love as they are , as they all are . Yet I smile when she smiles ; Yet I drink when her pain travels .
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