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2019
London.
Falling in love was a fantasy.
Something exaggerated, romanticized, crazy, quite idealized. Falling
in love was anything but realistic. They were fairy tales that I used to
read and simple short stories that I got to hear as a child. It was a wall
of glass that everyone put in front of her long relationship to make her
look perfect.
It was inevitable: the smell of Middlemist Red roses always reminded
me of the fate of many years later in front of the South Bank.
Mary Alice Bennet would like to remember that remote afternoon
when her mother took her to see the Great Ferris Wheel The London
Eye.
London at that time was hit by a hot summer that reduced the Thames
to a kind of disgusting sewer. The general enthusiasm for the newly
invented cistern toilets had turned London into a fascinating open-air
wall of glass.
"Oh she is very calm", Mary Alice heard "she does not talk too much,
she reads a lot and almost always is in a world that she does not reach
to specify"
Mary Alice scoffed at herself standing by her bedroom door. What's
wrong with being calm? - She said the thought of her-
She had heard those words always, since she was a child: you speak
very little, I would like you to open your mouth a little more, she stops
being so boring and wake up.
And the thing is that reading was feeling the only escape that he had
from everything that surrounded him. Of herself perhaps.
But since the first movements cannot be excused in women, instead
of diverting them with reason, they confirm it with her will.
So I can be all the things they told me not to be and much more.
Blooming I conquered that brought me to my own abode, which is
called "intact dreams of love"
The stirrups of this feeling were intact in confusion, uncertainty and
sadness because I was born to be alone but I am still looking for love.
The firmness with which I eat, think and sleep, in which there are
always the sad delicacies of my contemplations, they said: “no love
letters, no kisses or hugs, no love, there never is, no bought diamond
rings in stores" "At the end of the day you're better off alone" "Love is killing you
darling"
"Love slips and falls into intact dreams of Love”
END
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