In the reflection of Emily and William before moving on with their lives, they stood at a crossroad of bittersweet memories. Emily, with tears glistening in her eyes, remembered the warmth of William's embrace, the sound of his laughter that once filled her days with joy. William, haunted by the ghost of Emily's smile, recalled the moments they shared, the promises whispered in the quiet of the night. As they prepared to part ways, their hearts heavy with the weight of what could have been, they knew that their love would forever linger in the corners of their minds, a love that shaped their souls, a love that defined their existence. With a final glance, a silent exchange of unspoken words, Emily and William walked away, each carrying a piece of the other in their hearts, each destined to find solace in the memories of a love that once burned bright in the 19th century.
I fell in love with her, (three months was only for seeing her, when she talked to me) but suddenly She left the city, It's not about the person it's about my love, I do for her, I want to see her atleast once in my life 😢 and you are saying, YOU CAN ONLY BE WITH THE PERSON how ? Infact I do want to be with her to see her to talk her but I'm totally silent 🔕 only listening and playing Piano , I love her sooo much, miss you Ank...😕
I’m a 58 year old woman, married( 37 years) and must admit- I’ve never read or heard men talk about love, or being in love, like it’s said here. Not that I don’t think they feel that way, just that reading these comments makes me understand them more, because I’ve never heard men voice so much emotion over love. It’s eye opening, really.
I saw your comment, that you are 80 years old. Im now 17 and i hope that when im old and wise just as you, i have music still in my heart like you have
We’d sneak out and meet and talk for hours under the moon. Dreading the sunrise because we knew we had to go back to our own separate homes. Naïvely I yearned for the night to come. When the moon was out, I knew I was able to finally see you,my love. After sometime, I began to wonder why you only wanted to be with me under the moonlight. But just as the moon yearns to meet her polar opposite,the sun; we were fated to be just like them. Our love reigned the night, but your love for me was tucked away by day. You couldn’t let your love out for me under the sunlight. Under the warming rays that give sunflowers growth. That was when I new your love was truly like the moon. Even with all the want in the world for the moon to be next to the sun. To feel it’s warmth, and delight under a light blue sky, the moon simply can’t. It doesn’t know how. With love, From your polar opposite
There IS a fine line between love and hate. The love was sooooo intense. You said you loved and needed me, and I was there for you when you needed me most, at my own emotional expense. I hate you for what you did to my heart when you found the support elsewhere and said, "I can't see you any more". I just want to move on and let go but......
The clock struck midnight, echoing throughout the hall, everyone was gone except for two lone individuals: a humble maid and a single bustboy. "It's getting late," she turned to face him, " you don't have to stay... I can clean up by myself" He had bags upon bags under his eyes, yet he shook his head, "Oh no no, I insist on staying. The work will get done quicker with two people." She let out a yawn unintentionally, "Very well I supposed we could past the time talking." And so they talked, they shared what brought to the castle, hopes, their dreams; they laughed together, they even cried together. By the clock struck three, the conversation turned to bucket lists, "Someday," the starry eyed bust boy stated, "Someday, I am going to play the piano for an audience." The maid smile, "I didn't take you as someone who plays the piano." He blushed a little, "Well, I play on Sundays, but I desire to play for an audience in the hundreds... No thounsands!" Her eye perked up a bit in amusing disbelief, "Thousands?" "Oh ten of thousands, the more the better!" He teased, "What's in your bucket list? Kiss a prince?" She made a disgusted face, "ugh no, half of them have no manners and the other half has no personality." "Alright alright, respecatable," they finished putting away the last of the tables, "so what do you want to do?" She paused for a moment to think, "I want to dance in a ballroom." He laughed a little, "Well, what are you waiting for, go ahead and dance." Her fave grew paler as she saw his out stretched hand, "Oh no no no! I can't, I don't even know how to dance properly!" "That's ok, I think know how to from watching the guest, here.." he gently put her hand in his, "Just follow my lead." One step forward, one step back, spin out, spin in. By the clock the time sun cracked over the horizon they have been all over the room. She looked outside and laughed, "Did we just dance for the rest of the night?" He looked out as well before looking back at her with a tired smile, "You did say you wanted to dance in a ballroom, now seem like a good opportunity." She kissed him on the cheek but before she pulled away, he heard a whisper in his ear, "Thank you, for the final dance of the night '
