{"id":119,"date":"2011-06-18T12:44:00","date_gmt":"2011-06-18T12:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/?p=119"},"modified":"2015-07-19T21:46:39","modified_gmt":"2015-07-19T21:46:39","slug":"true-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/?p=119","title":{"rendered":"TRUE LOVE"},"content":{"rendered":"
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By Lida Prypchan<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Wise is the man who is able to go back and begin again.<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The night they met \u2013 that pale, full-mooned night \u2013 they felt they had found that special something they had searched for all their lives.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And, in truth it was so. \u00a0Luisa\u2019s eyes were big and sparkling, her lips moist, words just tumbling out. \u00a0It was as if they had known and then lost each other in some previous existence.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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They talked and laughed, they knew everything, they kissed passionately and were madly in love. \u00a0To embrace was to feel nature in all its force and magnitude, to feel the love so long a waited. \u00a0Time went by and the feeling only increased. \u00a0It was as though they had been parched with thirst and suddenly found a spring of fresh, crystal waters.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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They had read the same books, even before they were together and hardly knew one another\u2026and now they were like twins sharing the same tastes the same opinions, the same feelings, the same dislikes. \u00a0They would sometimes wonder, \u201cHow is it we haven\u2019t met before? You are what I was searching for. \u00a0This seems like too much happiness for one person. \u00a0I feel so alive by your side and I know if I get used to this wonderful feeling, I\u2019ll never feel the same without you.\u201d They enjoyed music together. \u00a0He shared his favorites with her and she passed on her love for boleros \u2013 and they would stay up night after night dancing right through till dawn! \u00a0They got to know each other very quickly, sharing many secrets, but suddenly, without warning, they found they had given too much, for all practical purposes they had reached the end.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Since they had reached the end, now they had to find their way back to the beginning. \u00a0Time was making them more guarded, more critical, more possessive\u2026But they couldn\u2019t let their love fade: \u00a0they had to find a way to go back and start all over again, forget everything they\u2019d read, reject what they\u2019d learnt, cast aside all they had worked at so hard. \u00a0They had to scrap everything that had seemed so cut and dried, expose what had been protected, disavow what had been vowed, rebut what had been proved, disorganize what had been organized, discourage what had been encouraged, above all, refuse to accept what was accepted, waken what was dormant, unfetter what was fettered, untune what had been tuned, unbind what was bound disregard what was appreciated, separate what was attached, loosen up what had become so rigid, disparage what was approved, uproot their roots, disentangle themselves from the mesh\u2026in short, they had to rekindle their passion and begin to live again.<\/span><\/div>\n
When they had accomplished this, they took a bath, went down to the bar, put on the song I forgot how to live and began at the beginning \u2013 as it should be!<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0 By Lida Prypchan \u00a0 Wise is the man who is able to go back and begin again. \u00a0 The night they met \u2013 that pale, full-mooned night \u2013 they felt they had found that special something they had searched for all their lives. \u00a0 And, in truth it was so. \u00a0Luisa\u2019s eyes were big … <\/p>\n

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