“Emotion is ‘recognition’. When treasured moments are identified in the jungle of our personal history during a visual or aural encounter, we capture magic sparks from our past, arousing flashes of insight and revealing an inner flare. These instants of recognition may kindle enthralling emotion and fulfilling inspiration. (“Those journeys of love”)”
"I had a fantasy about you. It's been quite a while since I can recollect my fantasies, but then, it has left me with such a solid impression. Indeed, even now, when I am completely wakeful, your face sparkles before my eyes. It's a face I can thoroughly identify with, as though it's not mine and yours.
The unnerving thing, you know? I can't state I've at any point felt that near anybody. For a minute you knew every one of my privileged insights, without knowing them. For a minute I knew them as well…
At the point when I was glancing in your eyes, out of nowhere I started to acknowledge about myself things that were unsuitable for a considerable length of time, similar to bits of my internal life that were profoundly imbued. It's difficult to recognize on the off chance that they were covered inside in light of the fact that managing them was such a filthy thing, or if their name didn't mean they couldn't clarify it plainly, Will keep up the genuine importance. Likely, this entire life that I know so far was in actuality nothing other than a fantasy to life. The main thing that associated me to the truth was you…
I realize this is astounding, and you may ask why it took me such a long time to tidy up? You may likewise be thinking about how you've preceded? I sold out you intentionally, indeed, and you ought to understand that it truly has nothing to do with you. It's constantly been me.
That is the reason, seeing you in my fantasy this way, he turned out stunned. You ought to pardon me as well. You pardon me since I realize what it resembles, all that we shared was a falsehood,