Long ago you asked me what the dream of my life was/ is.
That induced some thinking, before I realized what it actually is.
There was a mountain I had climbed sometime. At the zenith, I looked at the other side of the mountain. It looked like a dream. I had seen nothing like that all my life.
And after that rendezvous, I could never get over it.
So I felt that the dream of my life was to spend a night on the crest of that mountain, star staring. Out in the cold. Out in the dark. Sitting all through the night. Staring at that Dream.
Later, I came back to you to tell you that this is what the dream of my life was/ is..
Then you asked/told, 'And you want to spend the night up there with me.'
I said, 'No .. Alone .. all Alone..'
PS :One thing I seem to have realized is that I am just too cynical to be worthy of Love.
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