This is the sad story of
love; a story which will be repeated for as long as time's
crystalline ball exists, until this crystal ball collides with a
planet or star from another time or age and breaks. Or perhaps time
will eventually swell up with these recurring tragic stories and
explode, filling up its vast expanse. And when time's vessel runs
over with affection, is filled with an overflow of repressed
feelings and cries of loneliness, its crystalline wall will crack...
but each love story will surely survive in the scattered shards of
this crystal ball, thereby refreshing time for awhile. Perhaps a day
will come when eternity and all created and uncreated things will
become nothing but the crystalline particles of time, containing the
seed of love - the sad story of love. What a time that will be for
lovers sleeping in the bubble of time, an age of stories whose
endings are not so very predictable.
The woman is known to many people, so telling a story
or mentioning her name will not change anything. She was the woman
who would write her life in her stories. And the man whose existence
or lack of existence is the same because nobody knows him. How did
they meet each other... that is not important either. When a story
is being formed, it will find its way: It doesn't make any
difference...
She was a simple woman. Her mind was compatible with
her tongue and her heart. Her words exactly reflected her thoughts
and her feelings.
Time was never important in the woman's life. If a
seed, a seed of love, was sown, nothing could uproot it, but the man
could see little by little that the woman was not showing any
interest. If he called her, she would turn her head towards him very
slowly.
The man was singing by himself and being dragged
towards the woman. He finally reached for a long trip to see her,
bought his love as flowers and went to see the woman. The woman was
busy as usual. It was only her mouth that was moving; her body, like
a statue made of stone, was far away from everything, even time. Her
whole body seemed to have turned to a stone -- a stone that was
talking hastily. The man put his flowers that he had brought her in
the vase and placed the vase before her. She did not look at it. She
was gazing at what he don’t know was keeping her busy. She seemed to
be away; the man saw her putting a period at the end of the last
sentence. The man slowly pulled the words from her. He read the
title of the story: 'The Sad Story of Love' and laughed. He tapped
the woman on the shoulder, looked at her face and suddenly grew
still. She was no longer 'the woman'; she had turned to a fossil --
a fossil of words and nothing but words. To be sure, the man touched
her on the shoulder and , all of a sudden, she broke down into small
pieces.
She was not there anymore… The man had managed to
keep that little smile on his face -- the smile that could leave
everything suspended in the air.
This story is like and Island of Love, there was an
island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge,
and all of the others including Love. One day it was announced to
the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats
and left.
Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the
island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness
was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you
take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot
of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful
vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are
all wet and might damage my boat." Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go
with you." "Oh....Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"
Happiness passed by Love too, but he was so happy that she did not
even hear when Love called her!
Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an
elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask
the elder his name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went
his own way.
Love realizing how much he owed the elder and asked Knowledge,
another elder, "Who helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled
with deep wisdom and answered, "Because, only Time is capable of
understanding how great Love is."
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