Beautiful Worlds

I was told a story in my dream.
About a boy and a girl who came from two different part of the country. He came from a family who had superior thinking and her family was superficially unjust. They first met unexpectedly and then soon affection had flourished along the way of their friendship.

“He’s just not meant for you”, Mother said.
“I don’t see how’s this going to work”, He said.

The best she can do was to hold onto the hope she had since that November rain. The agony they felt was deep and offensive. Though every turbulent has its own peace. She prays for God’s blessings upon them for their crusade of belief and for his heart to stay.


I was told a story in my dream that fate had united these two souls not by eye to eye; but heart to heart.