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Would one of those things seem to jeopardize or suffocate
the budding and warming feelings of love, which might lead to a life-long
relationship? Your denial might be
effortless, but it comes very often the way you haven’t expected. What can you
do? Nothing!
It’s said that physical attractions, wealth, and
education or family background should be excluded when love between both of you
in reality is talked about. Matter-of-factly, one factor of the above could be a
strong impact on you while you’ve been busy building up a solid good relationship
with each other.
In addition, you might face what is discussed here for the
rest of your life. Yes, online affairs haven’t been talked about in this article since
they might be more imaginative and complicated for a practical person like you in
reality. But, it is suggested one mull over before moving on forwards. Don’t you think so?
If you think any from what has been stated above won’t be
a bother, you two have your own way to deal with. And, you also believe love is
one thing for you only to care about. You might encounter a life with its
ups and downs pretty often. Why? Do you question it in a titter because your priority of being together won’t be shifted?
Or do you think you will never disappoint the one you love dearly if you put
out efforts, insist and then you won’t risk the loss of whatever?
The truth is that examples in reality or in fantasy are
abundant if you got a second to scrutinize what really happens around under the
surface if possible.
Give it a serious thought at the worst what if you do
really sense a possible setback that is quietly waiting for you?
Here comes a likely example -- could a sibling make you
feel reluctant to believe it still is the one who you want to spend the rest of
your life to be with once he or she ( most of the time, it is he) makes the
snafu out of illegally breaking into your house? Yes, it’s a
burglary! That surely gets you locked into the cycle of restless worries. And,
won’t it be as sure as a fate like a curse on him/her, or you, if you two decide
to be together? Don’t you feel a surge of freedom to get rid of this? That is
right, isn’t it? It is a factor you haven’t thought about before it happens,
and what will you do?
What if one of the below happens? Will you tell yourself
it is absolutely okay without hesitation? Will you still be dominated by the
drive for love and have no regret at all? And, you won’t get cold feed but make
a commitment, will you?
Will you take it even though you have zero tolerance for
dishonesty after you discover the dark side he/she conceals from you?
Will you be okay if he/she is unable to cultivate
friendships and to appreciate what others?
Will it be acceptable not to equip with an ability to
deal with the unpredictable and make an immediate response to things which
happen accidentally?
Will it get more difficult when one of you gets all rigid
and fails to learn skills to be well prepared to be a bit bendy or flexible,
like something happened unexpectedly?
Will you be gladly to be with a great
personality and gentle disposition after being a married one?
Now,
you give your point of view -- this is trivial if it’s brought up when two are
in love. But, if you think little of this, there is a good possibility that you
are wrong. Sooner or later, it grows unbearable and you wish you had made a
different option when it wasn’t too late to do.
Without
hesitation
The
chance was very slim that they would meet, beyond doubt. However, the two
recently reunited after years apart, not in person but on the internet.
Life
is full of unwanted or unexpected surprises, and their lives would never be the
same again after he found her. Of course, he had the desire to find answers,
which weighed on him since she left, but it didn’t drive him to keep tracking
of where she was. He’d just be left in this limbo.
Especially in those first few years before all hope had seemed to fade.
Why
did she just leave him?
He
was offered by a friend of theirs to play a go-between and
he knew things with meager information about her for years. He had her cell phone
number but never thought he’d call her. He learned it was true that life
couldn’t double back on
one after so much they went through.
He
hadn’t counted on fate opening the road for him surprisingly. He finally
figured it out that it was he to make a move. He gained anxious courage from
aging and avoid thinking the possibilities of insult to his pride if she
already forgot him at all. But, he called her.
This
was not how she had imagined they’d meet some day, but it was not the way how
he got into contact with her. She almost cried but she stayed calm. Before
ending the chatting on the phone, she gave him her email address without
reluctance.
She
owed him an explanation without question. But, it was the farthest thing from
her mind that she would meet him after these years. Sometimes, she acted with a
sense of fatalism, but it was nothing like this.
He
had shaken some of the truth out of her from the contact online once for a
while, but he wanted more than that. Consciously or unconsciously, both of them
felt something between them wasn’t resolved.
She
was afraid of what had occurred to her would remain unsaid when she was in her
mid-fifties. She always believed she was the one to blame. She never gave
herself a try but gave in what she thought should be better for both without
revealing it to him. What if he knew? Would he have put a lot of effort into
making everything right as he was required?
It
was the fate that took them back to another life where they were. But, there
wasn’t a way to get what she wanted out of life, but to face reality. What had
been done was done.
Looking
into the mirror, she found her head jerked back and created a stack of double
chins. Time did beat her hardly for decades
physically and mentally without mercy, cruelly left a lost love with its great
passion without cease. She was not the one he had known any more. She was no
stranger to regret or sorrow. She sort of realized she would disappoint him
somehow.
She
made several good decisions in a row if the gathering was possible. The two of
them were locked in place finally. Such
a thrill of anxiety and happiness raced her heart running crazily. She had
missed being close to him. She tried to seek out whatever would fill her life
on her own within a few hours.
She’d
stared directly into his eyes and her recognition had been immediate after she
ran out of the café. He was standing outside. The sight of him sent her heart
racing with uneasiness. She thought she’d run into his arms, hug him and rest
against him. But, she did not. She might cry out in his chest.
He
wiped off his tears with the heel of his hand. She was crying inside and avoided
glimpsing at him. It was too much to take. Her false bravery armed her with a
benefit to cool almost bursting feelings down. She squeezed a tentative smile
after her gaze at him was under control.
It
was totally fully understood that at least one of the two needed a sober mind,
a key to an end expected. They sat down opposite each other and had beautiful
dinner to die for, but they did it quietly. They both knew that their voices
would be caught with emotion if they spoke.
After
a while, she became downright delighted to see him smile as he used to. They
were laughing at shared but private jokes known only by both of them. All these
reminded her of the unforgettable days before separation and she deeply
experienced a wave of sadness and helplessness. How could one deny it that life’s
full of wonders, where there aren’t any guarantees?
Despair
flowed from her when she realized it was the time to make the parting. How
could she do this? He was alert but a bit groggy from the wine
while she was feeling kind of warm and dizzy, losing track of their
conversation. He calmed her that he was never too looped to
do anything out of control. He hadn’t tested wine in front of her before she left
her decades ago. She sounded wary of it that he was capable to get where he
stayed on his own. He convinced her that he hadn’t experienced a hangover.
She
wanted to thread her fingers with his, but she did not. She had an urge to move
into his arms and clutched him tight, but she failed. It was so tempting. She
kept a little distance between both walking on the way to where she’d see him
off. He tried so hard not to hold her hand or drape an arm over her shoulder as
they had used to.
The
rueful look in his eye told her he was having the same struggle as she was, but
she believed she was hiding it secretly and not leaking it out for sure. It was
out of their hands how
the way things turned out they learned to accept.
It
was better she believed that things unspoken left unsaid. Having a strong
premonition, that was it -- it was their last moment together. At that moment, she realized forgetting seemed an unlikely
thought, but rooted more deeply. What they did was completely impressed in her
memory forever.
He
had his destinies to fulfill, and she had hers. Their blessings were on each
other definitely.
