@Dimke
All true loves are a little sad This is a fairy tale that has no end. A fairy tale about great love that left behind many nights filled with longing, days of waiting, a sea of tears and thousands of unspoken words. Those that we keep silent about others, but from which we cannot escape on our own. And it seems that the longest, most beautiful and saddest ballads could be written about her, but her fairy tale is still short. She fell in love, loved, left, got over it, but she never forgot.
Ah, she was different. Ordinary, but still different And she was different. She felt both happiness and sadness on her skin, but she somehow knew how to deal with both equally well. She knew, because she was one of the few who believed that true love is a set of all feelings, happiness, sadness, courage, and even forgiveness. And she skillfully covered her grief. She was often smiling, but not happy. There were few who knew what battles were being fought in it. "Baby, you will find someone who will know how to appreciate you and who will make you happy the way you deserve," I told her, although I knew somewhere that only he could make her happy at that moment, but that way - truly. She still loves him, I know, but she doesn’t tell anyone about it. She sometimes thinks that it is in vain and (too) late, but it passes quickly, because she still believes, from the depths of her soul, that fate is still planning them, even when she loses all hope for revived dreams while waiting. It seemed that without that hope she would be empty and that she would have long ago sunk in the sea of tears she was suppressing. She didn't let them see her sad. A smile was her trademark by which they recognized her and because of which they loved her. She never liked to burden her with problems. She just led an ordinary life in a slightly unusual way. She tried to be smiling and busy during the day, but only she knew how much she missed him when night fell. Then when she is left alone with thoughts in the silence and darkness colored by his eyes. She fought the hardest internal battles against those who fought for the main role there, but somehow they always won her and then everything was the same. She closed her eyes, but even then she saw him in everything. She tried to divert her thoughts and escape from memory, but they always caught up with her again from somewhere. She was comforted that with the new day everything would be different, but she needed to fall asleep with tears in her eyes and gather strength. And as if that very minute before the dream was the longest. She missed his goodnight messages in him, the impression that he was there even when he wasn't next to her, but most of all the feeling of security he took with him. She missed him, she missed him with every heartbeat…
He left and came back to her, then left again, and she was waiting for him Maybe I don't know what he's waiting for anymore, because I'm afraid he'll turn his head again tomorrow when he sees him, and play that game called pride well, which always spoils everything. But he would read her, as he had always known, incorrigible and outrageously indifferent as she had been in the beginning, with a gentle smile on her lips and a shy look that was only his. And he? He could never accept the fact that he loved, so he pushed her away from him, kept coming back to her and running away at the same time. He was silent, and that hurt her the most. I think they both realized they couldn’t do without each other. It’s weird how we don’t know how to appreciate happiness, but even weirder how we don’t know or won’t fight for it too proudly. All true loves are a little sad, but also secrets. And that’s sometimes what makes them even more special. She knows that too. That is why he still believes in them. He believes that destiny will connect them again and they will wait because great things are waiting, but they are also worth the most. Hold on, darling, I'm with you!
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