Bridges and Walls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
The woman picks up her long and lost love from the airport and after 16 years they are reunited. They spend 9 days together and that leads to bridges and walls.

Submitted: October 19, 2016

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Bridges and Walls

 

The woman, dressed in grey and black but still the most beautiful creature, was walking with short and excited steps towards the people who all were waiting for their loved ones. She was going to be one of them as well. Around her, people were excited and tried to calm themselves down. They had big signs, flags and cell phones ready to capture the moment, and without knowing, experience all that through a little screen. This woman was different. She only brought herself; because her presence was much more valuable and she wanted to capture the moment with her heart and mind, instead of her phone and things to hide her true self behind.

 

After 16 years, the doors, which separated their two different worlds, opened. A big smile came upon the woman’s face and she carefully waved. Out came the long and lost love, which was going to change it all and soon become the love, which just left for a few minutes but came back as if nothing else had ever happened.

 

The beginning is always the hardest. The awkward situation, where you meet people and don’t know what to do, is the situation that stops the experience from being good. But this situation wasn't’t like that. The warm hug and the delicate kiss were their way to connect all the loose ends, which they had collected in the past 16 years without each other. His suitcase was in his left hand and he held the woman by the right hand. Without telling each other, they both knew how surreal this whole situation was and how much they appreciated to be in each other’s company again. What they had gone through together - good or bad - didn't’t even matter anymore and they just left from where they ended, with all the good.

 

The woman had spent 2 days getting ready for the man to come but the reality was that she didn't’t even have to. Her beauty shined from the inside out, which he already knew. He knew her way of loving people, because of her big heart. He knew about her humor. He knew about her beauty, which hadn't’t changed over the past 16 years. He knew about her way of treating people, no matter what. And as their days together went on, he told her that he never stopped loving her. Neither did she, but as she fell in love 18 years ago when they met, she did it again after so many years apart. She fell in love as she fell asleep - very slowly and then all at once. She fell very slowly into his arms, where she felt safe and loved, which she hadn't’t experienced in a long time.

 

The woman had a very good but younger friend, who experienced it all from the outside. The friend saw it all as a little ball. The ball was red and it was placed between the man and the woman. This ball contained their love, memories, and thoughts. The red ball was a beautiful symbol of how they both felt but as any other ball, it was supposed to be thrown and never supposed to be lying still. The long distance was the ball’s place between them. It is impossible to throw a ball over seas, so the ball could never reach both of them at the same time, until they sat in each their rocking chair in the woman’s living room. They were holding the ball between them now. Finally. The man held it with his left hand, while the woman held it with both hands. She wanted to make sure that it stayed, so she held on tight. She held on too tight and she didn't’t see the things going on around her. Her love for the man and his love for her were everything she saw. They soaked up every ounce of each other’s attention and they laughed as they never had laughed before. They were so insanely happy and nothing could break it, until the doors, which separated their two different worlds, opened again. There were barely words said but tears were falling from their eyes, down their cheeks and all the way to the floor. They were standing in a puddle of tears. Their minds were already somewhere else. Once again, water separated them. The doors were right in front of them but this time the man was walking through them from the other side and the new and big question was; when would each of their waves from each of their coasts meet again?

The ocean is like a mystery. It is like an unknown fairy tale waiting to be told. These two people wrote their fairy tale and build a bridge over the mysterious sea. But the truth is, while they were focusing on their own bridge, they didn't’t realize that they were building walls somewhere else. 


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