He loved her. She loved him. He knew she loves him. She knew he loves her. Their love was pure and precious. And magical.
They would have discussions of life, career, dreams and aspirations. Over coffee. And cookies. It was futile. They talked endlessly on all the aspects of life, career, dreams and aspirations; but they had no commonality. They were interested to know each other's viewpoint but they thought their own viewpoint was better.
He thought about metals. Metals were precious and pure and would allow magical properties of heat and electricity through them. But when it came to earthly conditions like dust, sunlight and moisture it just did not react. He thought their relationship was metallic. Metallic of highest order. Platinum.
She thought about metals. Metals were precious and pure and were always admired and added value to the person who wears. But when it came to actual reality then she knew there would be onlookers staring, chance of their being stolen, chance of selling them because of unsure finances. She thought their relationship was metallic. Metallic of highest order. Platinum.
But fate had something else in mind for them. He had to go his way. She had to go her own way.
He had to decide fast. He could not just wish her away. He bought a platinum ring. He invited her to the regular coffee shop. They talked and talked. She felt she had to go away and venture into new areas. He thought he had in him to make it big and earn enough for both of them. But time was running out. His life would get into ruins. He could not bear it.
He then took out the box containing ring out of his pocket. He opened the lid and showed the simple ring to her. And said sheepishly, "Wouldn't it be nice if we talk with each other this way the whole life? Will you be mine?" He saw the happiness in her face. And he could easily notice the shy look on her face. She replied, "Of course, yes. I am all yours. " And she showed her hand to him allowing him to put the ring on her hand.
They are currently living happily now . . .
They would have discussions of life, career, dreams and aspirations. Over coffee. And cookies. It was futile. They talked endlessly on all the aspects of life, career, dreams and aspirations; but they had no commonality. They were interested to know each other's viewpoint but they thought their own viewpoint was better.
He thought about metals. Metals were precious and pure and would allow magical properties of heat and electricity through them. But when it came to earthly conditions like dust, sunlight and moisture it just did not react. He thought their relationship was metallic. Metallic of highest order. Platinum.
She thought about metals. Metals were precious and pure and were always admired and added value to the person who wears. But when it came to actual reality then she knew there would be onlookers staring, chance of their being stolen, chance of selling them because of unsure finances. She thought their relationship was metallic. Metallic of highest order. Platinum.
But fate had something else in mind for them. He had to go his way. She had to go her own way.
He had to decide fast. He could not just wish her away. He bought a platinum ring. He invited her to the regular coffee shop. They talked and talked. She felt she had to go away and venture into new areas. He thought he had in him to make it big and earn enough for both of them. But time was running out. His life would get into ruins. He could not bear it.
He then took out the box containing ring out of his pocket. He opened the lid and showed the simple ring to her. And said sheepishly, "Wouldn't it be nice if we talk with each other this way the whole life? Will you be mine?" He saw the happiness in her face. And he could easily notice the shy look on her face. She replied, "Of course, yes. I am all yours. " And she showed her hand to him allowing him to put the ring on her hand.
They are currently living happily now . . .
The story is good, but the ending is fairy-tale :)
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Imagination.
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