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Lovely whispers

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Iran, Islamic Republic Of

August 26, 2007

The tears rushed from her eyes. As one tear dropped, another one hurried out. And it was happening unconscious as she was wandering in the bottom of the sweet memories, in the very park they used to walk holding each other’s hands so much tight…so much tight as everything would disappear, if they let go of it.

Although she thought about when and where and why they lost each other, it was a waste of time. Every thing in the past was dull and dim. May be they really never did stick together.

As she was walking, she found her self next to the bench they used to sit on. May be it was casual and may be even her legs didn’t wanted to believe such a thing.

Her tears dropped one by one on the snow-covered path. It was a really cold day. To me she was just like a very beautiful and precious flower who just didn’t know, winter isn’t the right time to be born. Imagine a very beautiful flower covered with frost, shivering in the snow. She was just like that. But she was Freezing from the very inside part. It was her heart...

“ I’m sure we’ll make it, honey… Just me and you… Come on you got to believe me! We will be the most happiest couple in the whole world and we can celebrate our joy and happiness every night with the moon and stars. You trust me,don’t you?! I promise you in the name of Love. I promise you to …I promise you to…”

She didn’t have a good enough family to care about her or to treat her right, but what about now? She was out of the frying pan into the fire! Now she was homeless and worse than that hopeless and worst of all broken hearted. It was a mistake from the very first day it started, but what’s the use of crying over spilt milk?!

“ I’ll save you from this hell. We can simply run away and then I’ll let nobody to hurt you any more. “ He was right, now no body could hurt her any more because she had no senses left. At least he didn’t lie in this case.

Every thing seemed to be great for a week after she left the house, but one day… One day she decided to surprise him, so she bought a bunch of flowers and set out to his workshop. She did not say a word after seeing him while he was holding the girl and kissing her. But her heart screamed and sobbed and all over her body was wrapped with icicles. And suddenly all the flowers in her hand withered...

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02:35 PM Sep 01 2007


Iran, Islamic Republic Of

Hi, shimanaz

It was sad dear. In fact it made me sad.

You write in a perfect way dear but, could i ask you to write allite hopefull. anyway i really enjoy reading your nice writings.

thanks alot.