Dusk and Stories

in #fiction5 years ago

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Afternoon, dusk began to show its beauty. On a long bench by the beach, under a big tree that never tire of dropping its leaves, while you ask "Does love come when comfort starts to come?"
"Love, comfort ?, When I saw you for the first time, I immediately fell in love with you without me getting comfortable first" I said.

A moment of silence, silence, who knows what he thinks? by staring straight at the twilight that was about to sink, leaving the light, bringing night.

At that time, I thought and asked the sea breeze "does Love have many versions?" because I always find my feelings when circumstances take me to a time tunnel that I never realized.

"Do you believe in true love?" He asked, staring into my eyeballs.
"I believe," I replied.
"Will you promise for that?"
"Promise for what?"
"Love me perfectly" he said in a raspy tone.

What do you think love is? loyalty, comfort, affection, romantic ?. Those things that make you love?
"I will not promise for it but I will always try to keep on being able to make you smile, Allow me for it" I said.
He bowed his head with wet cheeks.

"It's been a long shoulder vacuum"
"you mean?" he asked
"now you can use it again" I said, "here" as I embraced it and wiped those tears.
"I'm afraid, if I promise" I said, stroking her long hair.
"Why?"
"If the promise starts to come out, one day I'm afraid you will knit it with other people," I said.

Back he did not move by my words, his hiss grew louder as the night wind blew strands of his hair ...

Essay Short Story: Radatul Akbar
Blog: Akbarozon.blogspot.com
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For the short story that I made tells about my own story even though I wrapped with a little opinion.
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