Then, after 10 years, the timing fell into place. He felt ready to have it. And the piece was his for the taking. So he got it. And for a month, he stared it and touched it and caressed it.
But his vagabond ways called. It was time to go. So he locked it in his closet, packed his bag and left.
One year later, he came back and rushed to his closet. Excitedly, he opened it. But what he found was dust. His beloved art piece turned to dust, never to be again.
It could have been a story of how one man found happiness. It could have been a story of fulfillment. But no. He was foolish to think that he could just leave it unattended, untended, un-cared for, in the dark, and ignored. He failed to understand that its beauty lay in its care.
So what could have been a happy story became a tragedy. A tragic tale of a love found and lost.
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i get it. you could be onto something. write a full length story. i can see this is the sort of plot gabriel garcia marquez would have loved to expound on. he will give details of the 10 years of ownership with other people and the personalities of everybody...
thanks!
incredible as this may sound, but that's the story of one love i had in my life.
i let my guard down with him like never before and hasn't since. he wasted it.
we're friends now again. but i don't think we will ever reach that closeness we used to have before we agreed to be together.
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