He taught himself how not to lose
By never really trying to win
It was as if, I had been lurking into her mind unintentionally or without us having direct interaction; but there we made mental connection; like there lied an imaginary bridge of understanding had been built between us and I felt like I had her in front of me telling me what each of those books was about with sparkling eyes; especially her grasp for Friedrich Nietzsche. Through her sanctuary, I secretly followed suit, I found myself loved to stare at her back as it told unspoken stories. “What will she think of me?”
Thus spoke the boy who never.
That’s how the man in front of you became the boy who never