Once Upon A Time..
.. there was a guy who fell in love with a girl. And to meet his hope she loved him back. Yet have the fate not side with their love, together they were never been.
She lived her life in a town three hours away from him, made them meet more occasionally than often, and whenever they met their hearts bloomed.
Had the years passed now she moved to his city. To be with him she cut out other relationship she had and gave him the trilionth chance to get her back.
It was already the seventh years she was in love with him and so was he. But never, on those moments they had acted as lovers because the matter of place and time.
Yet in those years had they met and built a bond only they could see. The bond of love they secretly made between their hearts, not for anybody else to see, even from each other.
On one of Decembers of their years of knowing they got closer than ever. She was ready to give him everything. He was making journey to her town more than often.
But without any warning he walked away on the Valentine's Day. She cried her heart a river. He torn her heart to pieces. They lost contact again ever since.
Everytime they met and her heart blossomed and her hope risen, he vanished out of her life. It happened every six months for six years of their more-than-friends affair.
But that blue Valentine's night was the worst of all the blue nights she had everytime he disappears. She broke down and crawl herself to heal the wounds of what she felt for him.
One day they met again and what a nice fortuitous that her fellow happened to be his far cousin. She made them met. He talked about another girl instead.
She was once broken hearted. She was not anymore. He thought too much about everything he forgot what was more important in a relationship of two hearts.
He forgot that even a beautiful flower needs to be watered to keep on blooming. He forgot that even the most marvelous butterfly needs to be fed to not wither.
So as he went out of her life once again, she decided to move on. Then another man came into her life, filled the emptiness and healed the wound the guy left within her heart.
As they lived their lives apart had they found the meaning of love. They realized their love, deeper than they thought, after all the obstacles they had passed.
Once again he came into her life, just when she was moving on from him. She was now miserable between two. Yet she was tempted once again.
On a breezy October night, she had decided, that she would go for the love of her life. She was turning back to he whom she loved oh so dearly.
But once again just like a habit he walked away from her, this time she had well prepared, still leaving her broken heart another wound.
She remained alone just in case he would come back after all of his journey of life accomplished. In case he wanted to go home, cuz a good home for him she'd made in her heart.
But never he did so. Instead the other love returned and asked her hands for him once again. She didn't response to it. She was still so much in love with the guy.
After a while she got tired. She realized he was not loving her the way she loved him. She thought he did not love her as much as she did.
She gave up on him and choose the other love instead. Her love for him would never lessen a bit for he was her true love, but she had to do wise now with her already miserable heart.
She thought it would be best to just let go of him--had she lost him a thousand of times before anyway--so this time it should not be so hard, isn't it?
It would better for her to never having to lose him, while in fact she never had him indeed, but why does her heart felt like losing him in every of its beat?
Never does she understand how long it should have for him to think--but she, too, had much to think about. She knew this was the best and she now had to sacrifice her love.
So she moved on and walked out of his life this time, hoped he would find the best life for himself and another love to light his way. She had to do this for the sake of both sides.
For no one knows the future, she also not knowing about it. His happiness to be with his current companionship and to taste every bliss of life, is the only thing she wanted for him.
For herself being wise with her heart, she knew, that other hearts would have been wounded. But compared to her own wounds in the past, she knows, she deserves the best now.
~as also posted in Victoria's Secrets.
She lived her life in a town three hours away from him, made them meet more occasionally than often, and whenever they met their hearts bloomed.
Had the years passed now she moved to his city. To be with him she cut out other relationship she had and gave him the trilionth chance to get her back.
It was already the seventh years she was in love with him and so was he. But never, on those moments they had acted as lovers because the matter of place and time.
Yet in those years had they met and built a bond only they could see. The bond of love they secretly made between their hearts, not for anybody else to see, even from each other.
On one of Decembers of their years of knowing they got closer than ever. She was ready to give him everything. He was making journey to her town more than often.
But without any warning he walked away on the Valentine's Day. She cried her heart a river. He torn her heart to pieces. They lost contact again ever since.
Everytime they met and her heart blossomed and her hope risen, he vanished out of her life. It happened every six months for six years of their more-than-friends affair.
But that blue Valentine's night was the worst of all the blue nights she had everytime he disappears. She broke down and crawl herself to heal the wounds of what she felt for him.
One day they met again and what a nice fortuitous that her fellow happened to be his far cousin. She made them met. He talked about another girl instead.
She was once broken hearted. She was not anymore. He thought too much about everything he forgot what was more important in a relationship of two hearts.
He forgot that even a beautiful flower needs to be watered to keep on blooming. He forgot that even the most marvelous butterfly needs to be fed to not wither.
So as he went out of her life once again, she decided to move on. Then another man came into her life, filled the emptiness and healed the wound the guy left within her heart.
As they lived their lives apart had they found the meaning of love. They realized their love, deeper than they thought, after all the obstacles they had passed.
Once again he came into her life, just when she was moving on from him. She was now miserable between two. Yet she was tempted once again.
On a breezy October night, she had decided, that she would go for the love of her life. She was turning back to he whom she loved oh so dearly.
But once again just like a habit he walked away from her, this time she had well prepared, still leaving her broken heart another wound.
She remained alone just in case he would come back after all of his journey of life accomplished. In case he wanted to go home, cuz a good home for him she'd made in her heart.
But never he did so. Instead the other love returned and asked her hands for him once again. She didn't response to it. She was still so much in love with the guy.
After a while she got tired. She realized he was not loving her the way she loved him. She thought he did not love her as much as she did.
She gave up on him and choose the other love instead. Her love for him would never lessen a bit for he was her true love, but she had to do wise now with her already miserable heart.
She thought it would be best to just let go of him--had she lost him a thousand of times before anyway--so this time it should not be so hard, isn't it?
It would better for her to never having to lose him, while in fact she never had him indeed, but why does her heart felt like losing him in every of its beat?
Never does she understand how long it should have for him to think--but she, too, had much to think about. She knew this was the best and she now had to sacrifice her love.
So she moved on and walked out of his life this time, hoped he would find the best life for himself and another love to light his way. She had to do this for the sake of both sides.
For no one knows the future, she also not knowing about it. His happiness to be with his current companionship and to taste every bliss of life, is the only thing she wanted for him.
For herself being wise with her heart, she knew, that other hearts would have been wounded. But compared to her own wounds in the past, she knows, she deserves the best now.
~as also posted in Victoria's Secrets.
