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The Ruins Of Love...

 

The flowery dress, her hair tied in the vintage way… She looked like a spitting image of her mother they say…

She walked down the stairs, in an elegant manner… all eyes where on her, some with pride, some with jealous and other that of lust…

They sat under a tree, the moonless sky full of stars. How close she was to everyone and yet so far…

There he came, holding two glasses of wine, it was a dream that had turned to reality or the reality that was dissolving into a dream…

He handed her a glass of wine… where everything looked fine… but, nothing was. The butterflies where out of her stomach and above her head. She wanted him to hold her and kiss her so, from this place they cloud fade…

How beautiful was this moment… yet she knew they were just the tenant… of this present and these events will be memories without a sonnet…

The conversation began among the group. She wants to be with him alone but, she has to be here so that she can be with him… they talked with the eyes, came close like a wave but never stayed on the shore…

One question on which few got hooked. Then came her dime, when they asked her about her first time…? Everyone looked at her, time stopped, she looked at him… smiling, blushing, she said sipping her wine…

“Rather than first time, let's talk about first love… and the felling of that fable… I would rather not answer, this talk is as absurd as the political one going on the other table…” She spoke.

“What…? Why talk about love…? who loved anyone these days, love is like shit people throw away each day” was what he said… all the laughter he got to which attention she did not paid… the moment and his word would never fade…

How pity she was to think of him, have feelings for him… How awful this world is like a negative film… where people are looking for a beauty with brains, but no one wants a man with heart and sensitivity…  

How naïve she was, to declare love for him… who was dull, bound by lust like a broken fin… she stood up from the seat and walked straight into the darkness far away from this worldly light beneath the stars on the grass with the wind… She thought life that people are living they don’t even have the slightest hint…

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