“All the stories, all the songs, all the focus on the first flush of love,” he mused, raising his voice so Delilah could hear as he gazed out of the window. The world was rushing past, faster and faster like a ride at the funfair.
“All the hearts, all the promises, all the drama. So much attention for that daft time when nobody is thinking straight. When lovers are still pretending and posturing, still trying to impress.” He liked to play with poetry of the words and let his thoughts amble by as he waited for the kettle to boil. These were slow things that moved at a rate he could understand.
“All the cards, all the I-love-yous, all the fancy clothes,” he carried on as he took the tea through to where Delilah was sitting. “Like they don’t know it’s only a fleeting fuss, just hysteria gone in the blink of an eye. It makes them silly, doesn’t it? They don’t see their beloved, they’re too busy looking at themselves, and then it falls apart and they wonder how they could have got it so wrong. Truth only comes with time. Love that sticks around, doesn’t run at the first sign of trouble. Like what we’ve got, eh?” He patted her hand and she looked up and smiled. She hadn’t heard a word he’d said, but she didn’t need to, she’d heard it all many times before.
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Just beautiful a bit of a tear jerker xxx
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Thank you, I like to be a bit mushy sometimes 🙂
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It was all sweetness. Very heart warming.
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Thank you!
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The narrator told us at the end she hadn’t heard a word he said. It didn’t matter. They communicated through love. A bond many will never know. Nice story.
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Thank you, I do think there is a point in love when words aren’t so important 🙂
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I enjoyed this a lot. There are some advantages of growing old, if you have someone to share your life with.
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Thank you, and agreed, growing old gets a bad rap, but I like it 🙂
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I kinda pulled an Alfred Hitchcock and imagined it was Anthony Perkins talking to his dead mother in Psycho…so the ending was anticipated, but not as bad as I imagined. Wonderful story tho…
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Heh, trust you to try and turn it in to a horror story 😛 Although, that’s actually a nice twist, damn, I missed a trick!
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Love your writing…
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Thank you! yours too 🙂
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All the stories… I read today, and this is so far the sweetest, the best 🙂
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Aw, thanks 😀
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My pleasure! 😊
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Fantastic post 🙂
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Thank you! And thanks for stopping by 🙂
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