There exists a story behind each of nature's creations…. a poem in every mortal…. an anecdote behind every Jehovah's genesis. I don't know what it takes to discover these masterpieces but ill find it out someday and when I do please be there to harken.
So here I was without any popcorns or the conventional coke to watch what was to be the greatest movie of my life. Tragic love stories never appealed to me, but then this one was different. This was about the two people who had the audaciousness to change the destiny of every living being; yet enervated and incapable of changing their own. This was the story of the wind and the wave…
Every morning she would wake up knowing he was there…right there overlooking her shoulders to see if she was all right. He would pamper her and caress her all the way to the shore. She knew about his ardency and wanted to turn back and tell him that she loved him too, but that was not meant to be for though they both were always together, they never could be one. They fought like young lovers yet their silence at times imitated the Greek philosophers at work. Her gait was that of a princess marching towards the shore, she was happy for she had found her love yet grieved cause she knew she never could be with him. The wind knew this yet the gentle man that he was never gave up her side for he loved her and wanted to keep her happy till the very end of their journey. The shore is where their journey ends...he moves on while she breaths her last.
. Tragic love stories never appealed to me, but then this one was different.
