“I’ve only seen her, Charles. Like a shooting star, I’ve only seen her. But I’d be a king amongst kings to subject myself to that arduous task— of knowing her, and letting her know me. So that we could, some day, and only if she too desires me, arrive at the gates of love.”
“And what about doing that would make you a king, Laurence?”
“Oh don’t you know, Charles? The wait to reach her is as golden as any king’s riches,”
And here, he turns to look at him and smiling, baring teeth and pride, tells his dear friend,
“and would make me twice richer.”
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Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC
“I’ve only seen her, Charles. Like a shooting star, I’ve only seen her. But I’d be a king amongst kings to subject myself to that arduous task— of knowing her, and letting her know me. So that we could, some day, and only if she too desires me, arrive at the gates of love.”
“And what about doing that would make you a king, Laurence?”
“Oh don’t you know, Charles? The wait to reach her is as golden as any king’s riches,”
And here, he turns to look at him and smiling, baring teeth and pride, tells his dear friend,
“and would make me twice richer.”
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