Lovers on their own( Side A)

Hello. My name is R.

Honestly, the reason I introduce myself this way is because I want to remain anonymous.

For about ten years now, I’ve been having strange dreams.

I see him.

A person who gives me a feeling I can’t describe.

I call him Mr. X.

To be honest, I really want to talk about him more, but I hesitate… so please understand.

For these ten years that I’ve been seeing him, it’s been about four years now that he appears less often.

Surely no one can truly understand this, but I started writing down my feelings, because even stranger things happened to me signs, perhaps after I prayed and asked God for guidance.

Now, I believe in him… and in my God.

I believe he exists somewhere out there.

I feel him… I feel his energy.

I’ve tried so hard to be rational—thousands of books, articles…

I tried to explain away all these strange experiences, but this goes far beyond the world we know.

Maybe people will think I’m insane, but to me, it feels completely real

So I’d like to share my story with you, the story I’ve poured into the form of love letters written for Mr. X…

Q: Can I describe him?

A:

If you mean physically—yes, I have fully seen his face, but as soon as I wake up, it becomes blurry.

I’m not even sure if that’s truly how he looks.

But the feeling I get when I see him… that never fades.

It feels like this:

Seeing him is like knowing him for many long years—as if we share thousands of precious memories—yet losing all of them to an early Alzheimer’s.

If I want to describe him more… he feels like iced coffee on snowy days, or like soft pink peach blossoms.

It’s so hard… writing about feelings is always so hard.

But I’m happy I can share this.

This book will be a two-volume series:

Volume I: The Beloved — A

Volume II: The Lover — B

Volume I is told from R’s point of view.

Volume II from Mr. X’s.

This is the kind of story where you never quite know if what you’re reading is reality or imagination…

Though the line between the two is thin.