The love was gone. She searched all the places it had been. In the bedroom, at their favourite restaurants, among the wedding photos... she tried each one in turn, but it was nowhere to be found.
She tried to rekindle old flames, but found no more than ashes. She tried new flames. They burned passionately, brightly and briefly. Lovers loved but were not love.
She found it one morning over breakfast. Time and familiarity had misplaced it. A simple and true "I love you" served with coffee, woven discreetly into the daily routine. So easily overlooked, yet there all along.
She tried to rekindle old flames, but found no more than ashes. She tried new flames. They burned passionately, brightly and briefly. Lovers loved but were not love.
She found it one morning over breakfast. Time and familiarity had misplaced it. A simple and true "I love you" served with coffee, woven discreetly into the daily routine. So easily overlooked, yet there all along.
6 comments:
Oh, that was lovely!
I don't know how to spell the little sound I made when I read this, but it was the sound of somebody who was moved by it.
Does this mean the rituals of love can actually be saved? A happy ending?
Lovely.Poetic, even.
Wow. Great job. I think the brevity gave it more punch.
What a neatly arranged little fable. Lovely.
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