Exquisite Pain
Love is always patient and kind; love is never jealous; love is not boastful or conceited, it is never rude and never seeks its own advantage, it does not take offense or store up grievances. Love does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but finds its joy in the truth. It is always ready to make allowances, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes. Love never comes to an end.
Their story began as most stories do. A boy, beautiful, smart, boyishly charming in a way that made girls smile. His black crop of unruly hair flopped in the wind, his eyes a sharp contrast of blue against a darkly handsome face. His voice, a husky whisper, promising things without using the words. A shy dimple rested comfortably against his left cheek. Long column of neck and broad shoulders, tapering into a strong body. He was a veritable king amongst the commoners all around.
He wasn't free from faults though.
Arrogance. Adamance. Aristocratic sense of superiority.
She who saw him once, was forever his. Or so people said.
The 'She' who mattered, for the purpose of this story at least, was equally enchanted.
She was also enchanting. Beautiful in a way that no amount of artifice can hide. Her luminescence was blinding. Fair of face and demeanor, she represented a strange kind of calm. A shore amongst the tornado raging in his heart. Her long auburn hair reached the very tips of her toes, stopping short a breath away from their destination. Her aquamarine eyes were a mirror, reflecting every emotion back, an intense experience at best, a chilling encounter at worst.
Made for each other, they were. Or so people said.
They grew up close. Hyper aware of an eventuality that led to them being together. It was foretold. Already decided. Things had been put into place. The wise had pronounced it, and so it shall be.
They always knew they would be together. But shy little 'She' did not know what to say to 'He'. And somehow words never mattered. For they would have a lifetime together.
A lifetime to talk, laugh and love.
And so they admired from far apart. Or so people said.
But all love stories have an arc. A game changer so to speak. A surprising little incident that changes everything. EVERYTHING.
In the case of 'He' and 'She' though the game changer was old. One of those overused excuses that people use in bad hindi movies.
The kingdoms went to war. With each other.
Previously who were friends, suddenly became foes. Previously who were lovers, suddenly become fighters.
In the midst of the chaos, our lovers tried to stay together. Or so people said.
Life is strange. Love is stranger still.
Time went by. Thousands of years of war.
Reconciliation became a distant dream. So did the union of 'He' and 'She'. Much too much blood had been shed on both sides, for peace to ever be more than a fragile compromise.
He moved on.
So did She.
To different lives. To different loves.
Or so people say.
Their story began as most stories do. A boy, beautiful, smart, boyishly charming in a way that made girls smile. His black crop of unruly hair flopped in the wind, his eyes a sharp contrast of blue against a darkly handsome face. His voice, a husky whisper, promising things without using the words. A shy dimple rested comfortably against his left cheek. Long column of neck and broad shoulders, tapering into a strong body. He was a veritable king amongst the commoners all around.
He wasn't free from faults though.
Arrogance. Adamance. Aristocratic sense of superiority.
She who saw him once, was forever his. Or so people said.
The 'She' who mattered, for the purpose of this story at least, was equally enchanted.
She was also enchanting. Beautiful in a way that no amount of artifice can hide. Her luminescence was blinding. Fair of face and demeanor, she represented a strange kind of calm. A shore amongst the tornado raging in his heart. Her long auburn hair reached the very tips of her toes, stopping short a breath away from their destination. Her aquamarine eyes were a mirror, reflecting every emotion back, an intense experience at best, a chilling encounter at worst.
Made for each other, they were. Or so people said.
They grew up close. Hyper aware of an eventuality that led to them being together. It was foretold. Already decided. Things had been put into place. The wise had pronounced it, and so it shall be.
They always knew they would be together. But shy little 'She' did not know what to say to 'He'. And somehow words never mattered. For they would have a lifetime together.
A lifetime to talk, laugh and love.
And so they admired from far apart. Or so people said.
But all love stories have an arc. A game changer so to speak. A surprising little incident that changes everything. EVERYTHING.
In the case of 'He' and 'She' though the game changer was old. One of those overused excuses that people use in bad hindi movies.
The kingdoms went to war. With each other.
Previously who were friends, suddenly became foes. Previously who were lovers, suddenly become fighters.
In the midst of the chaos, our lovers tried to stay together. Or so people said.
Life is strange. Love is stranger still.
Time went by. Thousands of years of war.
Reconciliation became a distant dream. So did the union of 'He' and 'She'. Much too much blood had been shed on both sides, for peace to ever be more than a fragile compromise.
He moved on.
So did She.
To different lives. To different loves.
Or so people say.
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