الثلاثاء، 21 فبراير 2012
There was a young, smart, clever and handsome man. He always lived his life with ease and simplicity. And he never cared about anything, except his work.
One day, when he was rambling in the life's garden, he saw a group of beautiful women. Between them, there was the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in the world. And he won't ever see. He had a crush and impressed by her. And he decided to be more near.
She was very beautiful and a really witch. She was swaying with the breeze and dancing with the butterflies.
But, she wasn't a normal woman. She was liked a magical angel came from another world. It's love's world. She was just as a flower in everything. So it was easy to call her "the flower of love".
By the days, he really felt in her love and came daily to see her, speak with her and spend a long time just watching her. Then left at night to spend all that night thinking of her until the morning when he went back to her, leaving work and everything behind him.
One day, he started his morning with only one idea; that they must be together every time. No good-bye and no leaving at all.
He went to the garden, to his beautiful flower, and caught her with his hands. Then he pulled her with his all force to take her with him.
But, she was a flower. She hurt him with her thorns. He shouted with pain and threw her. She fell down and he left the garden so angry.
He went home and spent a long time in sadness and thinking.
But he couldn't stay away. So, he decided to return back to his beautiful flower and apologize.
Unfortunately, when he reached there, it was the surprise.
Oh my God! She disappeared. He started to ask everyone. But, nobody knew where she was or what happened with her.
Maybe, she returned back to her world. Anyway, she became very far away. And there wasn't any hope to bring her back.
He had a big shock, and became very sad. He lost his flower and he was alone again. And when he wanted to have another flower, he went again to the garden and looked for a flower just like his first one. But, there wasn't.
Finally, he discovered that he lost the flower of his life forever, and there weren't any others.
He was regretful because he had to take her with love not with force. And he knew that when the flowers of love left us, they never come back again.
Now, he still has a little hope to find her and he daily visits the garden to wait her and say: "I'm sorry. I miss you and I still love you".
Written by: Soha Yahia
مرسلة بواسطة Soha Yahia في 8:29 م