Here’s one imaginery Story :
She gave her wedding invite to him.
He could see how happy she was, he just smiled at her hiding his hurt.
“When are you getting married ? “ She Asked.
“Don’t know..” He sighed.
“ I guess your’s will be love marriage. Your poem has loads of feelings. I wish I knew for whom that is intended for. Lucky girl ah “ She teased him.
“I wish I could say the same . But no one like that . It is just imaginery” He said with heavy voice.
She was his muse, but alas she did not know that. Inside his heart he was crying , scolding himself , He should have told her his feelings that time itself. Everytime he wrote a poem for her , he wanted to propose her , then miserably failed . That silence seems too loud now , But it’s too late.
“I am happy for you. Your husband is lucky. Congrats” He replied trying hard to keep his composure.
Like this few love stories fails in heart itself even before it starts.