Part 2
The whites and beiges, the subtle tints of the day, the blind horizon of the ocean and the cool shadows of those trees. She held him so tight, like he was hers to hold. They'd spoken about absurd things like marrying and never going back to their existing lives 200kms away. The way they jinxed it was unbelievable, every time she had to say something, he would say it for her, and everytime he'd want to say something, she'd steal it from him. Strolling about in that beautiful town, they'd imagined that they owned everything.
Spotting an elegant white mansion, drawing closer to its hugeness, feeling smaller with every step, they realised they stumbled upon an art house. Embroidery was their skill and where hardwork determined the lives of over 20 ladies, who sat together surrounded by the most colourful flowers and the white tinted land that they'd build themselves, hand embroidered life into little napkins.
A handpainted door sign, the colours of the threads they used, and the open roof that bought God's own light in, was simply unforgettable. A beautiful place for a beautiful day for the two who were meant to be one. The mansion was huge, you'd think it was empty like they wanted the space to see the noise, it was so calm, it almost felt like the footsteps of their visitors could make the music. An angel like guide led them to the room where the skilled women exhibited all of their work . She took the intricacies in and thought to herself; this defines us, this defines today. Selfish out of the love they'd been sharing, she wanted to knit some forever for herself. A little napkin bordered with the purest green there is and a silver thread that marked them and their emotions entangled together. Initials were now sewn and their eyes were locked, they saw so much and so less in the minute they shared lost in each other's gaze; a beautiful napkin they kept for themselves, a souvenir, a tool to lock the memories made and to be made on the day.
Further along their path was another stop, written in fate or an attempt to write their own fate- One holy church, painted pink; inside hung were the paintings depicting the sacrifice god made for love, for kindness, for pure souls and for everything that ever made man a better being. They sat on one of the benches and shared silence, not sure what they were thinking, not sure if thinking was necessary even, her head on his shoulder that little time they spent looking at the cross in front of them.
Being the tourists that were, the pretended to read the french under the paintings, the acknowlegable mention that she understood something they conveyed. They read different walls, facing their backs to each other moving towards the entrance of the church sloly but steadily. She called out to him looking high up at a painting, when he grabbed her waist and drew her face to his face and kissed her without wasting a moment.
Eyes wide open, shut so swiftly,a s an attempt to get lost in the passion that the kiss had invited in. The three seconds, the waist in her hand, the lips moist and the head in his hand, an attempt to contorl the rush she'd just felt, the silence of the church and the clean air, the perfect light and the god who saw the moment take place. Was it his doing or just a moment worth making. Was it a gesture to confess to their maker that they wanted each other and that they needed his blessings for the both of them to acknowledge it?
He quietly walked her back outside the church, she shook her head to realise this had happened and there wasn't anything she could do. The pink of the church was now on her cheek, the wetness of the ocean was in her eyes. He'd done something she'd never forget. Something had changed, maybe the colours of the place or the colours inside of her. Overwhelmed, she sat in silence and smiled to herself, what had happened had moved the world she knew right from under her feet. A commitment she'd never asked for, a promise never made only felt, a moment shared and a tear locked.
They drove into the city feeling completely different and thinking about different things now. They even went on to stop at a ravishing restaurant to have their first dance and the tiny chocolate cake to celebrate them and their happiness. That night they went back home with memories to bite on in every milestone in their lives. She somehow knew that this wasn't like another relationship she had been in, this was something that will let her grow in ways she wouldn't know. He'd push her right up to help her become whoever she wanted. And she wouldnt' leave any stone unturned for him to fulfil his dream and accomplish what he aspires in his life.
The feeling of someone in love with you completely to love you and live for you and with you even after knowing the worst and the best trait in you. The need to imagine such a life where you are yourself and you take all the stupid decisions yourself and to have the liberty to marry someone you love even if you're not sure what you are doing, the need to live the life you could imagine.
The feeling that you were born to be yourself and not someone else's puppet, need more be the society's puppet. And then there is the feeling that you really feel the need to be with someone you cherish and do things you wouldn't regret. The will power to fight it all and to be able to pull yourself into the real world where everything is vulnerable and everything is bound to experience the rocky roads of life, that will power is all that we need to survive all.
Love makes you do things and love makes you stand up for yourself, don't be scared to feel or fall because if you don't fall how will you know yourself , if you don't feel how will you know if its true or not, if you don't experiment how will you be the one you want to be, and how in the world will you know who you want to spend your life with.
This applies not just with love but with life too.
Learn it, feel it, fall with it, it before you live it. Trust me, you need to.
The whites and beiges, the subtle tints of the day, the blind horizon of the ocean and the cool shadows of those trees. She held him so tight, like he was hers to hold. They'd spoken about absurd things like marrying and never going back to their existing lives 200kms away. The way they jinxed it was unbelievable, every time she had to say something, he would say it for her, and everytime he'd want to say something, she'd steal it from him. Strolling about in that beautiful town, they'd imagined that they owned everything.
Spotting an elegant white mansion, drawing closer to its hugeness, feeling smaller with every step, they realised they stumbled upon an art house. Embroidery was their skill and where hardwork determined the lives of over 20 ladies, who sat together surrounded by the most colourful flowers and the white tinted land that they'd build themselves, hand embroidered life into little napkins.
A handpainted door sign, the colours of the threads they used, and the open roof that bought God's own light in, was simply unforgettable. A beautiful place for a beautiful day for the two who were meant to be one. The mansion was huge, you'd think it was empty like they wanted the space to see the noise, it was so calm, it almost felt like the footsteps of their visitors could make the music. An angel like guide led them to the room where the skilled women exhibited all of their work . She took the intricacies in and thought to herself; this defines us, this defines today. Selfish out of the love they'd been sharing, she wanted to knit some forever for herself. A little napkin bordered with the purest green there is and a silver thread that marked them and their emotions entangled together. Initials were now sewn and their eyes were locked, they saw so much and so less in the minute they shared lost in each other's gaze; a beautiful napkin they kept for themselves, a souvenir, a tool to lock the memories made and to be made on the day.
Further along their path was another stop, written in fate or an attempt to write their own fate- One holy church, painted pink; inside hung were the paintings depicting the sacrifice god made for love, for kindness, for pure souls and for everything that ever made man a better being. They sat on one of the benches and shared silence, not sure what they were thinking, not sure if thinking was necessary even, her head on his shoulder that little time they spent looking at the cross in front of them.
Being the tourists that were, the pretended to read the french under the paintings, the acknowlegable mention that she understood something they conveyed. They read different walls, facing their backs to each other moving towards the entrance of the church sloly but steadily. She called out to him looking high up at a painting, when he grabbed her waist and drew her face to his face and kissed her without wasting a moment.
Eyes wide open, shut so swiftly,a s an attempt to get lost in the passion that the kiss had invited in. The three seconds, the waist in her hand, the lips moist and the head in his hand, an attempt to contorl the rush she'd just felt, the silence of the church and the clean air, the perfect light and the god who saw the moment take place. Was it his doing or just a moment worth making. Was it a gesture to confess to their maker that they wanted each other and that they needed his blessings for the both of them to acknowledge it?
He quietly walked her back outside the church, she shook her head to realise this had happened and there wasn't anything she could do. The pink of the church was now on her cheek, the wetness of the ocean was in her eyes. He'd done something she'd never forget. Something had changed, maybe the colours of the place or the colours inside of her. Overwhelmed, she sat in silence and smiled to herself, what had happened had moved the world she knew right from under her feet. A commitment she'd never asked for, a promise never made only felt, a moment shared and a tear locked.
They drove into the city feeling completely different and thinking about different things now. They even went on to stop at a ravishing restaurant to have their first dance and the tiny chocolate cake to celebrate them and their happiness. That night they went back home with memories to bite on in every milestone in their lives. She somehow knew that this wasn't like another relationship she had been in, this was something that will let her grow in ways she wouldn't know. He'd push her right up to help her become whoever she wanted. And she wouldnt' leave any stone unturned for him to fulfil his dream and accomplish what he aspires in his life.
The feeling of someone in love with you completely to love you and live for you and with you even after knowing the worst and the best trait in you. The need to imagine such a life where you are yourself and you take all the stupid decisions yourself and to have the liberty to marry someone you love even if you're not sure what you are doing, the need to live the life you could imagine.
The feeling that you were born to be yourself and not someone else's puppet, need more be the society's puppet. And then there is the feeling that you really feel the need to be with someone you cherish and do things you wouldn't regret. The will power to fight it all and to be able to pull yourself into the real world where everything is vulnerable and everything is bound to experience the rocky roads of life, that will power is all that we need to survive all.
Love makes you do things and love makes you stand up for yourself, don't be scared to feel or fall because if you don't fall how will you know yourself , if you don't feel how will you know if its true or not, if you don't experiment how will you be the one you want to be, and how in the world will you know who you want to spend your life with.
This applies not just with love but with life too.
Learn it, feel it, fall with it, it before you live it. Trust me, you need to.
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