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Love Behind The Curtains

Love Behind The Curtains ~ Was it LOVE?
Over the window, I saw Love, behind Mom's Curtains was the hidden heart full of love. Love for her, love for the queen. Love that remained lost and hidden in my heart. Beyond the curtains, there lay my love.

She was hardworking, waking up each morning to wash the dishes across our house, Tinna was the queen, and I was the prince, the prince who sacrificed to clean the house each morning, just to have a chance to rush to the window, to watch Tinna. Each time I saw her, my day was complete. My glance at her, re-energized me, the glance gave me hope, hope that Tinna was mine, hope that Tinna and I could make one hell of a family, hopes that remained just that. HOPE!.

How unfair can the world be, each of my morning only gave me a glance at Tinna, each morning I hoped she would look at me and smile, she would look at me and blow a kiss, just like they do it in the movies but each morning the devil won, coz each morning she only washed the dishes and never looked at our window, and I was left to continue doing house cleaning. My mom was always appreciative, her grown up son was finally responsible, waking up to do thorough house cleaning, my poor mom, how I wish she knew how much sacrifices I was making just for a glance.

My dream was for Tinna and I,  to once hold hands together like small kids, that I could whisper in her ears and say, "Baby I love You" "Baby you mean the world to me" "Baby you are my love" across the sea shores, just the two of us. We against the world, we against all of you, we against them.

People say "never give up" but sometimes giving up is the best option because you realize you're wasting your time.But for Tinna I was ready to waste my time each day each morning till she smiled at me. Then one day I woke up, rushed the window, unknown to me Tinna's family had moved to a different town, I watched through the window, hoping for the best, hoping for her smile, hoping for that holly wood air kiss, but Satan had won again, me by the window, mom behind my back, I  heard my mom's voice, thank you for your hard work son, but Tinna's family moved houses yesterday.

Tears down my cheek, me against the world, I had lost my jewel, I had lost my love, my heart was gone, my hoped dashed away, no more morning window glances, no more Tinna for me, the Devil and the gods had conspired against me, I had lost Tinna, I had lost love.

Then it occurred to me that in life, there are three C's, Choice, Chance, Change. You must make the CHOICE , to take the CHANCE if you want anything in life to CHANGE.

The only hope for me was and is "People who are meant to be together will find their way back to each other. They may take detours, but they're never lost''

If you get the chance, reach out and tell them how you feel. Let them know, if you don't, someone else will or they will move houses and you wont find them.


"Love behind the curtains, Love that never was, because beyond the curtains, no feelings were expressed"

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