A half story...

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She cherishes his memories and she will value the memories more than him. In her illusion of the memories of the past, she totally runs away from what he has to offer in the present. For that reason, even the loving touch of her hands trying to embrace him feel so cold and distant that the scintillating sense that would zap his whole body feels like the touch of a cold corpse. Empty!

When the lovelorn does not get to meet the beloved, he forgets the face of the one he truly loved; the way she looks or the way she speaks. Of course, there is a reminiscence of her in the pictures she uploads, But never could he remember the way she looks at him. Maybe he has no recollection of that happening, or maybe that never did happen! He had given up on the sense of sight and given myself entirely to what I feel when he is with her.

So dependent had he become on his sense of sight that giving up on them and building her up from the words she spoke and her intent behind them, He created a fragment of the memory so unreal that it could cease to exist.

It was perhaps difficult for her to live up to the image he created within, but he couldn't bear to see her ruin her creation, the created for which he sacrificed his senses.
He can no longer be so close to her and be denied her touch
the touch of what he longed to see

the touch of what she longed to be....