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It happened many moons ago. A boy was born to a woman who was destined to bring him up on her own. The father was not with them but the boy had a grandpa who taught him everything for which the boy was to be thankful in the rest of his life. Perhaps no one has ever grieved for his grandpa as much as he did after the wise man passed away.
The boy was a wonder-child. He grew up having read every book in their library. At the age of six he was more advanced than any other child of his age. He was gifted, and he didn’t know that with time when he would later in his life become just an ordinary person among the rest, there would be a girl for whom he would keep on being the wonder-boy.
The boy grew up and the path of his life was never easy but it was full of promises. To get proper education he had to live separately from his family for rather long years. He missed his mother much, who was the embodiment of love and kindness to him. But he knew that the distance, no matter how hard it was, was for his own sake.
Time went by and having devoured every single piece of knowledge and having enriched and enlarged his skills the boy who was already a young guy returned to his home country.
He found a good job, he supported his family, he was finally with his family and there seemed to be one thing missing in his life besides his grandpa. That missing thing was love. Having read a number of books, only half of which others would probably read throughout their lives, the boy had witnessed numerous love stories with sad and happy endings and even if life is just an ordinary thing he felt he needed some out of ordinary love; a love that would be too good to be true but would exist… And he one day found it. They got engaged.
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It happened many moons ago but several years later after the boy was born. A girl was born to a woman who brought her up with the strictest possible methods but thankfully she had her dad who was all kindness and tenderness and therefore the strictness of her mother was never as much powerful as the gentle kiss of her father on her cheek.
Already an adolescent, she was thankful to her parents for every single thing they had given to her as all had been done for her own sake. She knew that.
The girl was often being misunderstood because her views on life greatly varied from those people around her, including her peers, had. Besides, she believed that everything around is breathing and alive. She believed in external powers, in fairies, in talking dolls, in flying teddies; she was perhaps being much mistaken but that’s what she chose to believe in because those were the things that seemed to be kind. The books she used to read since her young age were her friends, and not having much of real and personal life experience she had taken every book story so close to her, that she eventually matured. At the same time, she locked herself in an imaginary world where there were dreams and fairies with whom she could overcome any height and reach the skies.
She grew up and though she already knew that there were no talking dolls or teddies she still chose to confide in them for she was more sure in the loyalty and sincerity of each of them than of any other human. Some part of her childhood passed with prayers to God, thanking Him for what she had. Perhaps, in reality behind the image of those imaginary creatures she in fact saw God?
Time passed by and the girl became oblivious of much of her sweet past and all, that once was all sweetness and tenderness to her seemed to have been sieved through her memory. Still, she had retained the good side, at least people around her used to speak up about her constantly gloomy mood yet kind and caring attitude toward them.
Just like the boy the girl also felt there was something missing in her life. She needed love, and she found him, but she was late; he was engaged.
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It happened many moons ago. A boy and a girl met at the wrong time in the wrong place. All principles of morality were suddenly broken and ignored. Those were two people, who if asked, would deliver long lectures on life, on the true and right things in life, on the core of life, on being just towards others, yet all those lectures were just vain utterances as none of them seemed to have solution to their wrong love; the boy couldn’t leave his future better-half but he could not leave the girl either, the girl could not stay with him as he was engaged but an unknown force seemed to be pulling her over and over to him.
They got tangled in the net of their love. Love had given the girl a direct ticket to her long forgotten world where she felt safe and where she was with the boy. But as soon as she returned to real life and could see her miserable state she dreamed of escaping her destructive love. She knew the boy didn’t have enough courage to take firm steps to her, but she still loved.
The girl could feel life was giving the shaft to her but she had no clue as to why. She only knew that the tangles of her love hurt her, and the offences they had both addressed to each other had caused many of the things between them to be if not destroyed, then ruined for sure. The boy couldn’t see those ruins; but the girl did. And although her love for him for some unknown reason kept on growing, she was finally ready to do one thing,… and she asked God for something that was eventually fulfilled…
… Years later the girl saw the boy; he was already a man; a happy family man with two children and the third on his way, which she could see from the belly of the woman walking beside them and hugging each of the kids and the “boy” one by one. That was the family picture she had always dreamed of but which she was not destined to have because in no way she could picture her with some other “boy” than that boy.
A tear fell from her eye, and thousands of tears rolled inside her, she was happy for him but it was too painful for her to see that she had become a page, which had been carelessly riffled someday and ultimately, forgotten. Maybe she was being wrong, but that’s how she felt at that moment.
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It happened many moons ago; a girl who immensely loved a boy found enough strength to give up on her love for the sake of the boy she loved. She had never been a clairvoyant, but she clearly knew that together they had no future.
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… It happened many moons ago; a girl asked God to make a boy happy, even if it was to be at the cost of her own happiness…
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… It happened many moons ago and the Earth has long forgotten about the existence of the girl, but high above the skies the girl has still kept the flames of her love and is waiting for her boy to finally unite and be together…
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