Dear S.
Sometimes, at those fleeting moments of the day, the imagery of us, each standing behind two individual doors, would appear.
I would be gripping the knob, hesitating at the final turn, and feeling the anxiety of facing a closed door.
Are you still behind that door?
If I knock, would you open and let me in? Or would you want to come into my world?
Lol, are you smiling/laughing/smirking at my silliness?
An acquaintance once said, I live in a world of my own. How nicely put. Sometimes I felt like an outsider watching the world go by.
You talked about the three worlds. It was my love discourse in the past too. Each individual should have their 'world' and form their common 'world' together. Could our three worlds collide?
Or we are two individuals who need our respective world?
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