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It is when his spirit emerges from the shadow of the forgotten soul.. that I, now a woman still in love with him, fantasize. Is it possible to fall in love with someone you have seen only once or twice in your whole life? Is it possible to become addicted to somebody’s writing by feeling that you are him and that he is you..? Little did I imagine how identified I was gonna feel with his writings and intellect. It doesn’t matter how much time do I spend on thinking about that product of the imagination that I will never forget him. Is it possible to feel that person next to you by reading his thoughts even being hundred miles away from him? I wonder whether this feeling of uncertainty will cease... whether it will become true or not. “What you think, you become” said Buddha but... to what extent may I ask? I can feel his mind melted in mine... it is still difficult however. It is not his beauty that amazes me, it is the fact that I know from the very first tim...