He was a lonely fellow. When you come across the word lonely, generally the mental picture one paints of it is this loser with drooping shoulders and watery eyes. He was not one of them. Our man, (let’s call him Providence) had long hair and dark circles under his eyes. Providence had many friends. But in this world of myriad emotions, he was still lonely. Solitude. What made him like it? Maybe he liked Silence. Silence was eloquent to him. Silence took him wherever he wanted in the unfathomable depths of his mind. He and Silence would hold arms together and walk across the open sea. They even went to the moon. His deepest emotions, his hopes, dreams and aspirations he shared only with Silence.
And one day, as he walked, lonely as he was, across a street, he came across this girl. She had love in her eyes and flowers in her tantalizing hair. And he stopped to talk to her. He stopped to pour his heart to her.
And the Silence was broken.
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