Bless and say goodbye

Claudie 2022-04-22 07:01:11

When I was young, I always felt that someone would be waiting for you all the time, so let's get married if we don't have a partner at the age of 28. However, we have missed the right point in time, will there be an intersection ahead?
He loved me for nine years, nine full years, how could he say three weeks before I was 28 that he was getting married. But this is love, and this is life. It is easy to miss, but difficult to recover.
He told her that this should be my last afternoon alone with you.
He told her it flattered me.
He said thank you.
In nine years, almost the most beautiful youth has spread. She took it for granted that he would stay where he was until he was 28, and then be together naturally. Never thought that love has wings and can fly away. When I finally say I love you, all I can get is thank you.
Of course I believe that there will be crazy and desperate love in "Two Little No Guess", but love in reality is more like a blessing, a farewell. When you are in love, love seriously. In the moment of farewell, sincere blessings. Not every pair of lovers will be married, but we have missed the right time, and the dead cannot be traced.
I love you, you love me, then, I will live well without you, and you will live well without me.

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  • George Downes: It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.

  • George Downes: The misery, the exquisite tragedy. The Susan Hayward of it all. I can just picture you there, sitting alone at your table in your lavender gown.

    Julianne Potter: Did I tell you my gown was lavender?

    George Downes: Hair swept up. Haven't touched your cake. Probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen tablecloth, the way you do when you're really feeling down. Perhaps looking at those nails thinking: 'God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure, but it's too late now.

    Julianne Potter: George, I didn't tell you my dress was lavender.

    George Downes: Suddenly, a familiar song. And, you're off your chair in one, exquisite movement... wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish... radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he's on the telephone. But then, so are you. And then he comes towards you... the moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is... gay... like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think... what the hell. Life goes on. Maybe there won't be marriage... maybe there won't be sex... but, by God, there'll be dancing.