I'm still a young man I'm slowly turning against that tide ripening... I have found a writers gift is not just his five senses... It's his heart and it's some kinda angelic inspiration...
I got lost on the content... otherwise beautiful heartfelt words were displayed. The main theme of the story is about the struggles of love online...
.... It doesn't matter people are just afraid to talk anymore.
... I once told a girl from afar that in every town there is a you and there is a me..
You might say I've loved women form afar than local girlfriends... and it's true. I got caught up in their words and promises ...
where as the girl next door just wanted some food.
It was great reading your essay, Final; some gems I highlighted.
For some reason my heart fell as I read the last line. I think it takes great courage for a girl to ask a certain man for food ('literal food'); even in India. I saw the food; I didn't see her 'trust'.
You mean in a different context; and i suppose I'm to understand that. Still it triggered a recall from a past; and an ache.
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At the end of day, your write includes the reader into the conversation. That my friend, is not just talent; it's state of mind!