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This is the beginning of a series of metaphorical stories that will represent my love for the girl who I love very very much. I hope it will last till my death. And I hope that that is a long time from now. I didnt want to classify this under short story cause it will grow and be large but people would get mad if I put it under novel cause its not long enough yet. and its not poetry. but please read and comment.


Submitted:Jul 4, 2007    Reads: 163    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


They walked down the old gravel road just outside of town on a hot summer night. Their hearts were filled with love that any person who saw them could tell instantly after one glance. Their love was true love which is rare these days, not lust as the case has become for most people who have forgotten the feeling. In this world where love has lost its meaning and has had its place taken by convenience and lust. Their eyes had the spark of life and love woken up in the heart of a person longing for it. They had no need for words just being around each other was enough for the love filled pair. Thoughts of their future together and what it had in storeā€¦





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