I kept chasing it, till it flew too high. All I could do was watching it go, further and further away from where it never belonged.I see them having a good time. Laughing, drinking and cheering, totally enjoying the night. That girl there, she glances at him every once in a while. And he has no idea of it, just yet. People come here to have a good time after a long day work. Far away from all those driving them crazy during the day. Away from those who are mere fools but are too foolish to admit their incurable disease. That group are having champagne. Young and happy. When was my last time having that? I can't remember. I'm no longer young, but I'm content. Does it mean I'm happy? Maybe. Well, perhaps it doesn't matter anymore, as long as I feel secure and still able to walk without any help. Yes, the older you get, the less you aim for. Life becomes simple... and boring. But it satisfies you, not all the time though. Those two are getting closer. They must be talking about something funny. Look at her smile. And the way he looks at her. What a flirtatious girl she is. Daring and playful. The music is getting louder. Most people are ready to dance. The pair is dancing now and something is soon to happen. And yes, he kissed her. They are looking at each other's eyes and it makes me feel lonely. But I'm glad he did it. He did what I didn't do 60 years ago. And all these years seem like yesterday.
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Nice.
drew
I was there too. Did you see me, Cesca? I couldn't take my eyes of you but you were so busy with these boring people that you didn't see me... :-)
joao
Maybe I did, but my eyes were already spellbounded by someone who caught them :) they'd become the slaves of a single person who was enchanting enough to melt my irises... Or maybe I didn't, because I was too focused witnessing the pair who were still willing to believe in something mysterious and a lot like love :)
... "something mysterious and a lot like love"... yes, well said... and then again you returned home alone... plus tard je me suis promené dans ta rue sous tes fenêtres and I saw that you still had light in your room... you couldn't sleep... :-)
Oui, je suis rentré seul. Je ne pouvais pas dormir parce que j'étais encore goûter la douceur de ce qui s'est passé :) (don't mind my French, it ain't that good...)
Ah, the marvels of daily life can be so exciting :)
...you were dreaming about love because watched from outside what you saw looked like love... tu ne peux pas trouver l'amour mais tu crois parfois que d'autres l'ont trouvé... it's like reading a novel about a very convincing love story... but does love really exist the way we imagine it? will we ever find someone whose love will resist all our efforts to doubt and destroy it? :-)
J'ai peut-être l'avez trouvé, peut-être pas...
Have you found anyone "whose love had resisted all your efforts to doubt and destroy it"? But if you really love someone, really enjoying and cherishing the relationship how can you destroy it? Oh well, I forgot, we are greedy, weak, and weird and these are the killing points of every possible joy.
Love could never exist the way we imagine it, I think. That's why it's imagination. It could be better or worse than or similar to it.
:)
Is it fair to say that Love is hard to be justified? Better or worse? Who should be there to judge? Better or worse? Should it be defined by the level of happiness?
Can love ever exists in imaginations? What's there to imagine when you have nothing or no one real to associate with? Should we ignore the interaction and unexpectedness in reality?
Have you ever fallen in love with someone and tried to match everything you have had in mind? Ticking boxes? But why would you? Surely, you are not spending your life searching for someone who can fulfill your imaginations. If the person is who you are truly in love with, he or she shouldn't be someone you shaped in mind, instead they should be the one showing you what's beyond imaginations, shouldn't it?
I believe love should be something that offers you imaginations rather than something that can be matched in reality... or am I wrong?
Please pardon my usual naive attempt in such a complex topic.
Great story! Is there any chance that you were trying to write your own story in the third person? Or is it just pure friction?
Best Regards
Laranja
Laranja, you're back :)
I guess it's hard to justify love, but it's not impossible though. You love because you simply do, and that's already a plain, simple yet powerful justification. Even though some people might think a justification got to be something complicated... When I used the words "better or worse" I was comparing the real love condition that is happening in real time to what someone could have possible imagined it. Some people could imagine a perfect love story they'd like to live in, but in reality, what they are experiencing might not be as perfect, as good, as marvellous as they've imagined it to be. And the same applies the other way around. Thus, it's not about whether one can classify love as better or worse. It's the condition of it, the whole perception of it compared to what one's imagined it to be :)
You can always imagine even though there might not be nothing or anyone real to associate with, because imagination has no restriction, no borders, that's why it's called imagination. What you can't get in reality, you imagine about it, and play with it in your mind. But sometimes, with a little bit of help from others, you drive yourself and those you truly care and love to experience, at real time, something beautiful and beyond imagination. It's intriguing the concept of imagination...
I don't know if you're wrong or not on "I believe love should be something that offers you imaginations rather than something that can be matched in reality". Everybody has different perceptions of it. Moreover, I don't think there's any right or wrong answer to that...
Thanks for liking 60. I often enjoy re-experiencing most of the beautiful things that happened in my life once again, as a 3rd person through my memories. Did I answer your question? :)
Well, I'm not thinking straight today, so maybe all the above words are not making any sense... Hope you're fine Laranja :)
Maybe what you meant was the imagination of the act upon the other based on the yourself, rather than imagining a feeling?
When I met my lady, loving her in reality deny everything I have had in mind. She offers me things/feelings which I don't even know exist in life. But then again that's just me.
"I often enjoy re-experiencing most of the beautiful things that happened in my life once again, as a 3rd person through my memories."
I guess your important and special person who you mentioned before is a very lucky individual.
Keep on with the great stories, really enjoying reading them.
Hope you are well, Francesca
Laranja
Feelings can be imagined. That's why I said imagination has no restricitons. What I meant was the whole scenario of love being constructed in an imaginary state compared to the real scenario lived and experienced by the person. Haha... I don't know if you get my point...
I think your lady must feel the same way as you do. It has to be a mutual feeling, otherwise you wouldn't feel the way you do :)
"A very lucky individual"... mm... I would rather say 'a true soulmate who completes my life' :)
Love is a big misunderstanding that allows you to enjoy sometime with someone believing in the fraternity of the souls... There is no such thing as the intimacy and true fraternity of the souls - except if you agree that misunderstanding itself and blindness itself can be a very good component of happiness... All that exists is lust, hedonism, vanity, joy of being empowered by "love"... :-) Sorry for being apparently so negative... :-) Have a great week-end, Cesca... :-)
joao
Joao, a bit too negative there... hope you will get some sunshine through it :)
I had a wonderful weekend. Hope yours was brilliant :)
... not just a bit, a lot, Cesca... :-) ... even so I believe in love... it may be an illusion, but everything is an illusion... :-) my contradictions do not deprive me of hope, as you see... :-)
keep writing, Cesca!
:-)
joao
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