They argued,
they fought.
He loved it.
She hated it.
He was the
critique, she was the connoisseur.
He cursed
the flaws, she appreciated the efforts.
He wanted
everything to be precise, she believed that feelings need to be true.
He liked the
presentation, she liked the essence.
He
emphasized on screenplay, dialogues meant a lot to her.
He was the
mind, she was the heart.
He was the
Sun; she was the moon.
Apollo and
Dionysus.
Best friends
they were, separated by all the known dimensions - space, time…
But the
portal connecting their hearts was intact,
Unknown to
the society, warping the beliefs.
The spark
remained, perhaps never to be ignited.
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