Bag om When The Music Stops
It wasn't meant to have happened the way it did, but fate or some other force over which no one has any control over intervened. Life's patterns, its sequences, its woven fabric of the unexpected, the unsolicited sometimes becomes intertwined in the curiosity of men and women in search for love, that elusive magical essence that fills the cosmos but no one can find. It was supernatural, unexpected, and created such excitement for the both them that they tittered on the verge of euphoria from the first moment they met in a small, unobtrusive coffee shop that was frequented by those with dimes and nickles.
That was a long time ago in a place now weathered with age, seared by heat of summers past, frozen by the tundra-like blasts of the winters, climatic changes thankfully almost forgotten. Yet, it seems as if it was only yesterday when lips mouthed words instructed by the heart, created by the souls within, and held in the hearts of make believer. Such passion, such surrender, such intensity neither of them could ever have imagined bound them to their destiny, bound them to eternity where dreams were dreamed, love was fathomless, and fate its most unpredictable. Their love, as portrayed by many millennia heretofore, kept them speechless.
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