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I DREAMT OF A STORY
Two loveless people torn by the unrelenting demands of their profession were set on a blind date by those very closed to their hearts. They're set apart by borders of the four corners in the country they lived. Living a busy life working in the field of their endeavours, they forgot about themselves.
After some hard convincing and persuading, they gave in to take a one week break to unwind somewhere. Unknown to them the love machinery was at work, socially scripted behind the scene. Imagine a retro setting of a Parisian cafe they had to meet up one summer. By sheer coincidence, they set foot in that cafe on the same date, sitting on a separate table far apart, ordering the same menu at lunch time. The story just wound up like 'let the nature takes its course!'
And nature did take its course: The guy in his middle earth age was smitten by a be-dimpled simple sweet beauty his eyes caught on a side-swept across the room. Blushes went on for the two and soon timidity was a forgotten dish as the lightning struck splashed by something stupid called cupid instead of the poisoned love arrow.
Thereon, a miracle happened only to be marred by a parting sorrow. The blossom that somewhat flourished suddenly was doomed to gloom. They had to go back where their duties bound them. It was time to say Con Te Partiro as Andrea Bocelli sang it.
The lady revealed her true identity. The man accepted her revelation with understanding. He confessed that he was as he was except that his profession was on a specialised field mending peoples' broken hearts. He's a Heart Specialist for short. Only to realise that his own heart needed some mending. …Continue
Two loveless people torn by the unrelenting demands of their profession were set on a blind date by those very closed to their hearts. They're set apart by borders of the four corners in the country they lived. Living a busy life working in the field of their endeavours, they forgot about themselves.
After some hard convincing and persuading, they gave in to take a one week break to unwind somewhere. Unknown to them the love machinery was at work, socially scripted behind the scene. Imagine a retro setting of a Parisian cafe they had to meet up one summer. By sheer coincidence, they set foot in that cafe on the same date, sitting on a separate table far apart, ordering the same menu at lunch time. The story just wound up like 'let the nature takes its course!'
And nature did take its course: The guy in his middle earth age was smitten by a be-dimpled simple sweet beauty his eyes caught on a side-swept across the room. Blushes went on for the two and soon timidity was a forgotten dish as the lightning struck splashed by something stupid called cupid instead of the poisoned love arrow.
Thereon, a miracle happened only to be marred by a parting sorrow. The blossom that somewhat flourished suddenly was doomed to gloom. They had to go back where their duties bound them. It was time to say Con Te Partiro as Andrea Bocelli sang it.
The lady revealed her true identity. The man accepted her revelation with understanding. He confessed that he was as he was except that his profession was on a specialised field mending peoples' broken hearts. He's a Heart Specialist for short. Only to realise that his own heart needed some mending. …Continue