There's no escaping
Krawi
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3:27 AM
They wrote a love story squeezed out from the many scenes of a soap opera. The handsome pair whose ordinary tale of courtship is spread in the most unusual fashion. Them holding hands, him smelling her hair, and her whispering something into his ear become fine prints in most lifestyle sections. Little sparks of laughter mean fireworks, and every hint of argument clings rapidly into the grapevine.
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Her prince charming came proposing not on a white stallion but on two dusty objects called feet, with nothing but wildflowers and everything she had hoped for back in the days when her definition of happiness was to love. And so she loved with all her heart, tearing away pieces of her youth for the prince who had quite become the horse - mighty indeed but with a humdrum mind always heading to the same direction.
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They talk like old friends and keep each other's secrets from the world that pale to the one they've created for themselves. Her tears become his reasons, and his reasons become her fears. Exchanging hugs and kisses mean little compared to the hours they've spent loving life and discovering its treasures, to preserving joy in the midst of despair, to mourning and understanding why in the end, people need to separate.
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