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To her, for her:1

The only thing that I can tell you surely is that I won’t lie.
But yet I do not know what truth is over all?
I won’t lie means there will be nothing that will be told which I am not accepting with its wholeness.
I do not know the future, and trying to sketch with my own efforts is so boring, as I know there is no meaning in any path I sketch for myself.
And the suffocation of living absurdity is frustrating, when I sense that I can sketch whatever path I feel like sketching.
I want life to be lead by someone who accepts me as I am, sees me clearer than what I can and in whom I live by my all.
May be it is a dream, but yet it provides every day some hope that tomorrow will be the day when dream comes true.
May be you are not the one for whom I seek, but may be we both are closest to what we are seeking. Then what should we do? Should we approximate or should we believe in long run equilibrium?
I do not know, I do not decide as every decision is proved wrong in some possible future. I do not know the future.
I just sit here, watch the river that flows in front of me, I watch fishes, I watch boats, I watch sunsets and sunrises.
But, there are moments when I want that reflections I see in the calm water should be seen by someone else,
There are moments when a boat in a wildest storm survive and I feel that this story must be heard by someone,
Where are you?

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