Story by Two

It was no ordinary love and they certainly were not ordinary people. But their feelings had been turned to the most basic of emotions. Life confused them, used them up until they had no certainty about what was real and what was a figure of their own individual minds. They were similar but so damn different. The way the world was imagined by each one of them, their ideals, goals were so different...

In the beginning those issues did not seem to account for much; what was of one was of both. In difference they came through as alike because their love bonded them. Just like in a fairytale, a story to later tell their children's children.

A fairytale was the way they learned with each other. Many special nights, many sweet days they had spent together and still they looked forward to sharing a lot more. She wanted to evolve in her career, she was an amazing lawyer and she fought like hell for justice. he had a heart like no other and dedicated this passion to everything that touched art.

Through her strength and his kindness they had found a way to conquer the world. at least their own world. She spent her time fighting for others while he dreamt of ways to fight...for anything. She admired his passion for what was beautiful but didn't have much in her to keep on always admiring - that was more his «thing». So she kept on waiting for him to get up and fight, just once, just as she did. For him, for her, for his art to come true.

One of his favourite things was to paint; One day when she was studying as a good professional, concerned with maintaining standards, he saw her. This was a moment like no other. A feeling that he had never actually sensed before took control of him. It was not familiar, he could not understand it very well. He went and collected his things, arranged it and in silence painted her. Painted her beauty,

painted her distance.

It was this characteristic of her that first attracted him because it was something so untouchable, so far-fetched. He knew he couldn't have her. And because he knew this, he longed for her. Fiercely, secretly. He pinned to have his hands holding her face, with the most distant look he had ever seen. But he went on painting her for months without her even realising his presence.

In secret she held on to desires of having a softer side, understanding how the beauty of the sky could be so vivid, as vivid as when he looked up. she didn’t understand how he could stop to feel everything, every detail of the world. her senses were numb.

So it came as no surprise that once they got acquainted, she found in him a reason to feel. Again or for the first time, she didn't really know, it had been so long since her senses had been so alert. But he brought the softest in her and for that she was grateful. Every day she told herself how grateful she was for having met such a man and for allowing herself to open up to the emotions he rose inside her.

He was so grateful for the fact she had opened up, allowed him to try and penetrate, try and show emotions. He was just sad he could not live to her expectations. after years went on, painting were done and he realised ever so more how he would always love her for the unattainable person she was. she fought between the knowledge she could not have a life forever next to that heart and the desire to elude herself.

Their time was due and she knew this. Her work was, once more, forcing her to build walls to prevent her soul to crash to the floor. There was an enormous amount of pressure to be strong and she tried her best. He didn't understand this very well. He knew the world was rough and that someone had to do the dirty work but why did it have to be her, his heart of always? Once and again he tried to bring her into his world, to show her it was okay t dream of better things once in a while, that she wasn't betraying any of her ideals while doing so. But as he went on with these attempts, the taller her walls became. And she knew it wasn't long before they would tear them apart.

Destiny was tracing itself in a separating manner. they knew the friendship, the caring they had shared, the touches they had celebrated. doors were closing while they both saw roads shying in separate ways. One day she got an offer to go to America, she had always dreamt about this. a country she believed had been a dream. one of her very many few. she knew she would have to say goodbye and and kiss away their story. It didn't please her but there were other dreams in line and once a chance is upon us, we better take the whole lot of it. So she did. She left. Him and everything she had known with him. America stood there waving in one end of the line, while he stood on his, watching their end take form and fly to the neverland where they would never return from.

It was hard to see her go but deep down he knew, he deserved more. Also in the same breath she was far too much for him. Their feelings had been turned to the most basic of emotions and they knew they needed to give life another chance: apart.

By Sara and Amie