East and West
They met in high school: he, crazy, long haired, talkative, different. She, beautiful, quiet, shy, sensitive. He, from the East, and her, from the West.
They saw each other for the first time. He was immediately interested in her. She, not so much. But he was persistent. He would send her flowers, love notes, messages through friends. One day she said yes. And they started seeing each other.
He was communicative, joyful and loved talking to people. She was introspective and thoughtful. He was always surrounded by other girls, who found him very interesting, with his peculiar appearance, long spiked hair and bell bottom pants. She was beautiful with her micro-skirts and long, silky dark hair, surrounded by her girlfriends or alone, with her daisies and her cats, dreaming.
He worked very hard to pay for his studies, since very early in age. Her father paid for her studies until she finished college. He graduated in Engineering and she graduated in Arts.
They loved going for long rides, into the countryside, without destination, without time to return. Then the first baby girl arrived. And, with her, the life of moving.
But times started to get hard. His ghosts from the past started pressuring further and further and, in his fragile composition, he started to become susceptible.
Then the baby boy came. More moving.
She started to become more and more alone. He started to have a bright career, but his ghosts wouldn't leave him alone. Soon enough, his ghosts became her ghosts, too.
And the ghosts starting consuming him, eating him alive. She would try it all to bring him back, but he was dying each day more and more. And their love began to break apart, among tears, blood and hurt.
One day he decided to go back to the East, to find the soul he had so long lost. She accepted, having now two little bags to care for, all by herself. Although very small in complexion, she was enormous in strength, and both of them she carried on her back.
He didn't find his soul. And the ghosts finally finished eating him up. And she was alone.
But love is bigger than pain and hurt and it survives, through forgiveness.
Years passed by. She knew she had to forgive him so he could go. But she never had the chance to say good-bye.
So one day he came back.
They were young again. He was at the top of a green hill, looking at her and smiling. In his eyes, she could feel love. In her heart, she felt peace. She forgave him. And, smiling, he waved good-bye to her for the last time.
They saw each other for the first time. He was immediately interested in her. She, not so much. But he was persistent. He would send her flowers, love notes, messages through friends. One day she said yes. And they started seeing each other.
He was communicative, joyful and loved talking to people. She was introspective and thoughtful. He was always surrounded by other girls, who found him very interesting, with his peculiar appearance, long spiked hair and bell bottom pants. She was beautiful with her micro-skirts and long, silky dark hair, surrounded by her girlfriends or alone, with her daisies and her cats, dreaming.
He worked very hard to pay for his studies, since very early in age. Her father paid for her studies until she finished college. He graduated in Engineering and she graduated in Arts.
They loved going for long rides, into the countryside, without destination, without time to return. Then the first baby girl arrived. And, with her, the life of moving.
But times started to get hard. His ghosts from the past started pressuring further and further and, in his fragile composition, he started to become susceptible.
Then the baby boy came. More moving.
She started to become more and more alone. He started to have a bright career, but his ghosts wouldn't leave him alone. Soon enough, his ghosts became her ghosts, too.
And the ghosts starting consuming him, eating him alive. She would try it all to bring him back, but he was dying each day more and more. And their love began to break apart, among tears, blood and hurt.
One day he decided to go back to the East, to find the soul he had so long lost. She accepted, having now two little bags to care for, all by herself. Although very small in complexion, she was enormous in strength, and both of them she carried on her back.
He didn't find his soul. And the ghosts finally finished eating him up. And she was alone.
But love is bigger than pain and hurt and it survives, through forgiveness.
Years passed by. She knew she had to forgive him so he could go. But she never had the chance to say good-bye.
So one day he came back.
They were young again. He was at the top of a green hill, looking at her and smiling. In his eyes, she could feel love. In her heart, she felt peace. She forgave him. And, smiling, he waved good-bye to her for the last time.
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