The Window.

[Kitosdad]

On my last visit to England I paid a visit to Durham.
This is where I had met the love of my life. My soul mate.

She was blonde and tall and beautiful, and intelligent, and funny, and loving, and everything I had ever dreamed of in a young woman.

She was attending the university there, but I was only there for a day on the river, boating and hoping to meet someone just like her.

Although I was with a group of friends she seemed to zoom-in on me like an heat-seeking missile. Obviously I was more than happy to be selected from amongst my friends, and their envious looks only served to boost my confidence even more.

The fact that I was a working-class lad seemed to make little difference to my standing in her eyes, and it wasn't long before she was introducing me to her parents.

To cut a long story short, we were married two years later, and the marriage lasted for more than forty years.

But today I found myself alone and walking along the shady avenue behind the university.
I walked down the lonely avenue, and I looked up through the trees, and I saw the corner window, where she once slept with me, and I felt the tears biting in the back of my eyes.

Yes, that tiny room and its single bed, though the tangled trail of time has led me far away, the memories seem to stay lingering there in the back of my mind
And for all the roads that led me away, and for all these years that she's been gone, it would seem that I have never really gone away.

Yes, it was old college avenue, and through all the long years of loving you, I remember it as though it were today.

Kitos.
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Keep it simple ... Keep it interesting.

[Gray]

I wonder, how could you make something that simple, and natural, and tender, and beautiful and everything :)
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First lesson - English, not english. I, not i. ~A student of English

[Kitosdad]

Gray, imagination plays a big part in all of our lives, whether we want to believe that or not.

We may give it another name, but imagination is behind every dream, plan, and its execution.

As I said in another story :-

"Where do you think you came from in the first place?"

Imagination and reality walk hand in hand.

Kitos.
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Keep it simple ... Keep it interesting.

[Kiprida]

I've decided to search your previous posts , Kitos.

This sentimental story remembered me a poem about dreams of a teenager who in cold winter day wishes about summer, when his family and the family of a girl leaving in neighborhood will move to Summer house.Then he will be able to see her again, everyday. He will become jelaous of waves of Caspian sea when they will touch her body , but he won't...

~Phoebe
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incomplete....

[Kitosdad]

There was a girl in Mannheim, before the Winter storm, and her heart was oh so gentle, and her lips were oh so warm. Yet her I broke her heart so easily, for I knew for certain that she was not for me, and I was not for her.

I believe in destiny more than any God, and my destiny has brought me to my present abode. Whether to die here, or meet another to be my soul-mate, who knows?.

Kitos.
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Keep it simple ... Keep it interesting.