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[tsuki-no-namida]

Ella lo miraba con una mezcla de ternura y culpa. Sabía que él la quería, que la esperaba cada día en el café de la esquina, que le escribía poemas y canciones que nunca le enviaría. Ella también lo quería, pero no podía dejar a su pareja. Había hecho una promesa, un compromiso, y no quería romperlo. Aunque se sentía infeliz, aunque se moría por estar con él.

Él la miraba con una mezcla de esperanza y resignación. Sabía que ella lo quería, que lo buscaba con la mirada cada vez que pasaba por su lado, que le sonreía con dulzura y tristeza. Él también la quería, pero no podía hacer nada para cambiar su situación. Había respetado su decisión, su lealtad, y no quería presionarla. Aunque se sentía solo, aunque se moría por abrazarla.

Así pasaban los días, los meses, los años. Dos almas gemelas que se cruzaban sin tocarse, que se amaban sin besarse, que se perdían sin encontrarse.

[ecuatorianayaleman]

Nuestro lugar favorito en Venecia Muy romántico #shortlovestory

Nuestro lugar favorito en Venecia 😍 Muy romántico ❤️ #shortlovestory https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7Kp993A5aU Este lugar es muy romantico ❤️ Si quiere apoyarnos para seguir trayendo contenido visita nuestra website: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/karenypatrick Este video trata sobre información Nuestro lugar favorito en Venecia, pero también trata de cubrir el siguiente tema: viajar a venecia viajar sin miedo viajar por el mundo Título: Nuestro lugar favorito en Venecia | Ecuatoriana y Aleman ✅ Suscríbete Al Canal Para Ver Mas Videos De Nuestros Viajes: https://www.youtube.com/c/EcuatorianayAleman ✅ Links Importantes: 👉 Website: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/karenypatrick 👉 Todo el equipo que usamos esta en Amazon: https://amzn.to/3niNQXf ✅ Conectate conmigo: 👉 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ecuatorianayaleman/ 👉 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ecuatorianayaleman 👉 TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@ecuatorianayaleman ============================== ✅ Otros videos que te pueden interesar: 👉 Probando Comida Típica De Marruecos - Mi Primera Vez Comiendo Caracoles | Ecuatoriana y Aleman https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9h2ZuDeGXfw 👉 Descubre Marruecos En Un Día - Un Lugar Impresionante | Ecuatoriana y Aleman https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeaBJzv3uqI 👉 París En Un Día - Consejos Para Aprovechar Al Máximo Tu Tiempo | Ecuatoriana y Aleman https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9c-JOFkHpI 👉 Explorando Amsterdam En 2023 - Los Mejores Lugares Y Consejos De Viaje | Ecuatoriana y Aleman https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJgE6KUl90E ============================= ✅ Acerca de Ecuatoriana y Aleman: Bienvenidos a nuestro canal, queremos compartir nuestra historia, nuestra vida, viajes, amor y mucho mucho más con ustedes... ❤️🙌 Acompañanos 👩🏽‍🤝‍👨🏼. Te invitamos a que veas nuestros videos y si te gustan te suscribas, Muchas Gracias y que los disfrutes. Saludos. 📩 Email: ecuatorianayaleman@gmail.com 🔔 Suscríbete Al Canal Para Ver Mas Videos De Nuestros Viajes: https://www.youtube.com/c/EcuatorianayAleman ===================== #viajarporelmundo #viajaraitalia #consejosdeviaje Descargo de responsabilidad: No aceptamos ninguna responsabilidad por ninguna pérdida o daño en el que se incurra si usted actúa o no actúa como resultado de escuchar cualquiera de mis publicaciones. Usted reconoce que utiliza la información que proporcionamos bajo su propio riesgo. Haga su propia investigación. Descargo de responsabilidad de derechos de autor: según la Sección 107 de la Ley de derechos de autor de 1976, se permite el "uso justo" para fines tales como críticas, comentarios, informes de noticias, enseñanza, becas e investigación. El uso justo es un uso permitido por el estatuto de derechos de autor que de otro modo podría estar infringiendo. El uso personal, educativo o sin fines de lucro inclina la balanza a favor del uso justo © Ecuatoriana y Aleman via Ecuatoriana y Aleman https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7eyJNbJn4Xlkq28zmKp7Hw April 17, 2023 at 10:00PM

[iliketorantandstuff]

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[minden-szobaba-kell-alom]

Pillanatok

1. Bulika

Ott voltunk a bulihelyen... Táncoltunk... Szemben állt velem. Nem volt közömbös. A kis helyes, éretlen tizenéves, féllábbal a felnőttkorban. Tudtam, hogy nem akarok tőle semmi komolyat, mégis csak arra eszméltem, hogy mennyire szeretném, hogy a nyelve a számban legyen. Azt is tudtam, hogy a társaság miatt nem adott a lehetőség, illetve ő se figyelt rám a kelleténél többet. Mégis volt egy pillanat. Villodzódtak a fények. Fekete-fehér sávokban. Olyan volt, mintha nagyon részeg lennék és másnap az emlékeim csak képekben jönnének elő. A fények nagyon gyorsan villodzódtak. Nem tudom milyen érzés lehet bedrogozva lenni, de szerintem ilyesmi. Csak adott képekben láttam. Minden villanásnál, amikor láttam, mintha megállt volna az idő, majd hirtelen újra a megszokott módon járt volna tovább. Minden villanasnál azt éreztem, hogy nekem szól ez az ellenállhatatlan pillantás és laza mosoly. Ennek ellenére én keményen álltam ezeket a pillantásokat. Tudtam, hogy mennyire szeretném és hogy mennyire nem lehet. Tudtam, hogy mennyire szeretném, ha a nyelve a számban lenne. Kavarni akartam. Pontosan tökéletes lett volna rá. Pedig én nem szoktam csak ilyeneket gondolni. Túl éretlen volt hozzám, de olyan jól nézett ki, olyan laza volt. Csak egy esetét akartam, amikor jól érzem vele magam. Abbamaradtak a villanó fények. Én álltam a táncparketten a gondolataimmal, a baráti társaságommal. Tehetetlenül.

[cyruswong1]

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Every heart ♥ sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back💞Checkout this short #lovestory of two youngsters who come across each other one day It's a pleasure working with @yicarmenk and the rest of the crew from BPS, and SPCC. It has been a tough project, as we had to shoot most of the scenes in one day due to venue constraints. It took us more than 15 hours non-stop to pull it off. #toughwork Hope you all enjoy🥰. Don’t forget to watch the bloopers and bts and the end of the video😉 - Director: @yicarmenk Cast: @ingridccl_ as Ingrid @st10nley as Stanley @cherylxwong as cashier DOP: @cyrus_momo A Cam Operator: @cyrus_momo 1st AC: Kiara Chien 2nd AC: Vanessa Wong B Cam Operator: Max Yam Still Photography: Cory Wong Behind the scenes: @cherylxwong & @_autinnn_ Production assistant: Vanessa Wong @_autinnn_ @cherylxwong Costume and Makeup: @yicarmenk Jenny Chiu Location scouting: @yicarmenk @cyrus_momo @_autinnn_ Offline Editor: @yicarmenk & Vanessa Wong Online Editor: @cyrus_momo Subtitle: @lawyanyan_ Music Director: @toi1338bstay Music used: “Only You” “Would you kiss me” “Blue Dream” Special Thanks to the following for making this film possible: Li Lok Angel Yu Vanessa Ng @_hilarytang Location provided by: Books & Co. This video is also made possible by @nexus.spccsu1920 and @bps_auris All rights reserved to Belilios Public School and St. Paul’s Co-educational College

[thetornbytes]

5 Writing Prompts about Morals and Values. SAVE FOR LATER ⎙ •Write about a time when you were wrong and didn’t realize it for maybe years. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Consider morals and how one discovers what truly matters to them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Portray the biggest value in your life ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Dissect the biggest problems in the world and how it impacts us every day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Write about hidden problems in the world nobody is paying attention to. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tags : #shortstory #writer #writersofinstagram #morals #prompts #writerscorner #writersofinsta #writercommunity #writersoninstagram #writersconnection #writerssociety #writerofinstagram #writersociety #instawriter #writers_den_ #writerofig #shortlovestory #shortshortstory #shortstorywriter #writersaroundtheworld #writergirl #writersofcolor #writerquotes #writers_den #shortstorycollection #writersworkshop #writermemes #writerslift #writerslove (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfZEe9ktDmA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[daksh-all-rounder]

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[palausatnami1]

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[albananadeem]

And just like that, I lunged on you, Like a dew on the wire, About to fall the verge but never fallen out. . . #poetrycommunity #monochrome #poemsofinstagram #shortlovestory #lovers #shotononeplus #oneplusphotography #mountainlife #monsoon #blacklove (at Dharchula) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD-t77UBKPZ/?igshid=1e1crf8olgdju

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[pinkbeautyblogs]

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[iliketorantandstuff]

//majormissing// first day of periods is perhaps the worst feeling ever that any girl could relate to. Always envied the men around. They can’t even understand how sitting at your work desk unable to concentrate, sweating profusely, burning feet, overarching back and tummy pain with an incessant need to cry for no good reason would just hit like a truck, while they’d just be normal being nonchalant about life. But if you’re really lucky, you’ll find yourself surrounded by your comfort pillow who would fulfil every craving and desire that would pop up due to these mood swings. He’d take you to eat your favourite chaat at Flamingoes, then watch you bargain hopelessly with the coconut water guy kyunke tariq road pe naryal paani costs Rs.150 so why is this guy selling for Rs.250 just because he’s at boat basin. Listen to some really sappy songs vey Mahi mera kitho nahi dil lagna, adjusting the neck rest under your waist and feet on his brand new car’s dashboard. Take you to Creek side watching calming waters and he had to park across this yacht that you love and call Mr.Bomantè because you both talked about buying that yacht someday and going skinny dipping. Driving around a city like Karachi so you could nap for a while in his presence holding his pinky finger. The physical pain of it all wouldn’t be any less, but the journey definitely made it a lot more easy to deal with. Hey, beautiful - Do you have a 100 words for me? Because I have only 3. . . A Technicolored Karachi #WhenInKarachi #karachi #CitySeries #findinglove #ATechnicoloredKarachi #findingmyzihuatanejo #findingheaven #MyCity #bloggersofkarachi #phonephoto #KarachiBlues #CityOfLights #writersofinstagram #travelstories #pakistan #cosmopolitancity #travelgram #periods #shortlovestory #myinstastory #instamood #hereandthere #dawndotcom #etribunepk #travelersnotebook #zihuatanejo #2019 #pakistanitraveller #girltravel #instagram (at Sea View Karachi) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Pk09ZA2vd/?igshid=1oo73kxxkbb6c

[minden-szobaba-kell-alom]

Pillanatok

2. *BDPST életérzés*

Tél... Budapest... Kegyetlen hideg. Az igazi nagykabátos, sapkás idő, amikor már nem hisztiznek a lányok, hogy nem vesznek sapkát, mert elrontja a hajukat. Éjszaka volt. Valamikor 3-4óra között. Keserves hideg. Vártuk a villamost, hogy hazajussunk. Egyik lábamról a másikra helyeztem a testsúlyomat, toporogtam, hogy ne fázzak. Odajött hozzám. Megfogtam a kezét. Már azt hittem sosem jön az az átkozott villamos. Végre megjött, felszálltunk, leültünk. Át kellett szállnunk még egy éjszakaira, hogy hazajussunk. Leszálltunk. A buszmegálló táblája még 20percet mutatott várási időnek. Ő leült egy kis kőből kirakott párkányra, én csak toporogtam. Már nagyon fájt a hátam az egész napos állástól. Leültem az ölébe. Az, ahogy a lábaink összeértek ezálltal a testhőjét érezve melegedtem. Ő alulról, én pedig felülről melegítettem őt. Ez a kis testhő is nagy melegséget nyújtott ebben a hidegben. Ez volt az első alkalom, hogy önfeledten, örömből, érzésekkel, gondolatok nélkül ilyet tettem. Csak leültem az ölébe és átfagyva figyeltem az elém táruló utcaképet, ami valami mesés volt ebben a kis idillben. Így vártunk mi ketten az éjszakában. Mintha az idő megállt volna. Az egész pillanat olyan szép, nyugodt, álomszerű volt. Szép álmomból egy mellénkhányó tag ébreszett fel. Igazi Pesti éjszaka... Csak megérkezett a megmentő éjszakai egy idő után és hazaérve tea partit tartva melegedtünk fel.

[half-blood-lovegood]

Betty Sue

William was feeding his cat when the post arrived in a heap. He put down the can of Whiskers and left the cat chewing the soft meat while he wandered over to the porch and bent down to pick up the mail. The mail was damp with rain drops which smeared the ink. He flicked through the pile. Bills, bills, and a handwritten letter. Intrigued, William opened the letter first, vaguely recognising the loopy hand writing that was blotched across the envelope. He sat down by his crackling log fire and read it to himself.

Dearest William

I must apologise first of all if your reaction to this letter is anger; or any other negative emotion you may be experiencing. I hesitated over whether I should contact you or not, but I hope you can accept my decision for doing so. I read the obituaries – I am very sorry to hear about Elsa. I hope that somehow, you are coping. I have been through such loss myself when my husband James passed away. All I can tell you is that time is the only medicine for grief.

I would like to ask if you would care to meet me for a drink. I understand if you think it inappropriate, but should you consider it, please call me. I would love to hear from you. My number is 07847890865.

Yours

Betty Sue.

William stared blankly at the signature. Betty Sue. His hands stiffened in a frozen disbelief while he listened to the grandfather clock tick amongst the deafening silence of his country house. He re read the letter several times more before putting it down. William strongly believed that he would never hear from her again, that their love affair was dead and buried with the past. A chapter that would never again be re-opened.

The couple first met when they were introduced to each other by friends in their late thirties. A few harmless meetings later turned into secret lunches, which became a four year long whirlwind romance which spun in a cycle of passion, guilt and love. In William's twenty year long marriage to Elsa, this was his only vice. Betty Sue was so very different to Elsa; he often wondered if that was where the attraction originated. He and Betty would spend a great deal of time together, and would lie on a daily basis to their spouses to fuel the affair. They fell deeply in love and declared it to each other constantly, trying and failing to stay apart. But a time came when both their families grew, and their children were growing up, that they finally agreed to end it. They had never contacted each other since. William thought about her for years afterwards, often tempted to see her again, but never did he weaken. In time, it became easier to accept that their relationship was over.

William picked up the letter and read it again. He walked to the hallway in a trance and picked up the phone. The log fire seemed to crackle louder. He put it down again. What did she want? They did agree that that would be the last they saw of each other. And was it not completely inappropriate that they were going to meet so soon after Elsa's death? Although, they were both in their sixties now. Times have changed. Perhaps this would just clear the air. If he didn't meet her, would he spend the rest of his years wondering if he should have? He picked up the phone again and ruthlessly dialled the number. Voicemail.

“Hello Betty. It's William...I just read your letter. If you would like to meet up I can be at the Pheasant tomorrow. Shall we say about four? If thats no good, give me a call back. Ok. Bye now.”

William's heart was throwing itself against his ribcage like a wild boar when he hung up. His cat Judy was staring at him critically from the top of the stairs. Even the soft ticking of the grandfather clock seemed sharper, angrier. He rubbed the area of his forehead that was suddenly throbbing. Trying to coming to terms with his decision, he poured himself a glass of wine.

The following day, William decided that walking to the Pheasant would calm his nerves somewhat, so he spent the afternoon wandering through the woodland and fields in the crisp Autumn weather. The mist in the distance was ghostly hazing over the hills, as if to confirm that he was in for an unsettling experience. He picked up his speed. The faster he walked, the steadier his nerves became.

At the entrance of the Pheasant, William watched as a group of four adults walked inside. Observing them closely, William decided that he was dressed too formally, and he removed his blazer, carrying it loosely in one arm. He edged forward on the rocky gravel car park and looked at the building. He and Betty used to come here regularly. It was lit inside with small lanterns softly glowing through the tiny windows. He could imagine her clearly sitting there just as she used to. Perched on a velvet stool, her voluptuous hourglass figure enhanced with a fitted black dress. Chocolate brown hair flowing haphazardly over her shoulders, and her scarlet lips sipping from the glass while she greeted William with a devious twinkle in her eye. William cursed his imagination. This time it would be a different meeting. One that hopefully, will not leave either of them ravaged with guilt.

William opened the door, walked down the narrow hallway and drew a quiet breath before entering the bar. He scanned the room quickly, but he could not see Betty Sue. The bar was just as he remembered it; dark, cosy, old fashionably gothic. Candles flickered gently over battered brass tables. The walls were uneven and darkly decorated with paintings of the English moors.

“William?” said a familiar voice.

William turned around and smiled at the woman facing him. Betty looked like another woman. Her once long hair was cut into a short spiky bob, with silver streaks shadowing her faded brown colour. Her lips were now a nude shade and her long white dress skimmed straight passed her curves. She indicated that they should sit in the corner, which was where they always used to sit.

“Cigarette?” she asked, lighting one herself.

“No thank you,” replied William as they sat down.

She exhaled a long breath of smoke and examined him, “Your still handsome.” She grinned at his effort to look casual.

William was about to return the compliment but Betty held up her hand to stop him, “Please. You know we both hate small talk. Why start using it now?”

William nodded in agreement. “You started it,” he teased.

Betty chuckled and William remembered instantly what he first fell in love with about Betty; her warm, engaging smile.

The pause between them lasted far too long for William's liking, so he went to the bar and returned with two brandy's. They began sipping almost immediately.

“I hope this doesn't classify as small talk, but are you retired now?” William asked. She had to be, he thought. He could hardly picture this graceful silver haired woman burlesque dancing.

“Yes. After my dancing years I worked as a counsellor for a while, but I retired recently.”

William smiled. He could not imagine anyone more suited to being a counsellor. She was sympathetic towards even the most unlikeable characters.

“I miss working,” she carried on, “But it is nice spending time with the children.”

“Right. How are they both?”

For the first time that night, William saw a glimmer of joy in her eyes, “Very well. Tim's training to be a dentist, and Adam's planning to move to Australia in a few weeks to be with his girlfriend.”

“Really, Australia? Well good for him. If that makes him happy then why not?”

Their eyes met in a moment of awkwardness and William looked away. Betty cleared her throat, “How's Amanda?”

“She's happy. She just had a baby.”

Betty's eyebrows creased in confusion, “I thought she was-”

“Gay? Yes. She had an...experimental night with a friend shall we say.”

Betty chuckled, “Your a grandfather now then? What's the baby's name?”

“Liam.”

“Liam. How lovely.”

“He is. When he's asleep.”

They laughed and William showed her some pictures of the baby. After several moments of admiring him, William took the pictures away. Betty suddenly leaned inward with an uneasy expression which highlighted the wrinkles on her face.

“Tell me....how did things turn out with Elsa?”

William tried to answer quickly but it took a while to find the right words. “Actually, very well. We did drive each other mad at times, yes. But we had a good marriage most of the time. And I truly miss her now. Amanda and I have been supporting each other through this.”

“Amanda sounds like a real treasure. I wish I could have met her.”

William smiled but then looked away. There was not enough brandy in the world to make this conversation comfortable.

“So,” he said at last, “how did things turn out with James?”

“We were OK. His mother thanked me at the funeral for being such a good wife. That didn't make me feel so good.” She lit another cigarette and finished her brandy.

“Another?”

She waved her hand, “I'm driving.”

He nodded, watching her inhale and exhale the cigarette as if it was some vital medication, “Do you still cook?” It could be suggested that in some circumstances, the question would be a typical small talk line. But Betty was so very passionate about food that there was nothing “small” about such a topic.

“Yes,” Betty dropped some ash into the tray, “Adam often comes for his dinner.”

“Well I envy him. I can still remember your apple pie.” William had the pleasure of tasting several of Betty's dishes. Everything was luxurious and comforting.

“Well I'm glad my food was so memorable!” Betty chuckled, “Adam loves eating. He needs to eat hearty meals while he's growing.”

“How old is he now?”

“26.”

William had to suppress his laughter. He relaxed his shoulders and felt at ease, the way Betty used to make him feel. They moved on to discuss politics, holidays, and the fun times they had until Betty glanced at Williams watch. “Goodness! Is that half six?” She put her half moon spectacles on and pulled William's wrist toward her. He ignored the electric tingle he felt with her touch.

“Yes,” William confirmed, “Running late?”

She was already putting her coat on, “Adam's coming at seven.”

“Oh I'm sorry-”

“Don't be ridiculous William! I should have kept a closer eye on the time.”

They both stood up, “It was lovely seeing you again William. I'm glad your OK.”

“You too.”

“Well....take care.” They kissed each other politely on the cheeks. Betty grabbed her handbag and headed toward the door. William sat back down while he watched her walk away. In the past, she would leave in such a hurry that she would end up dropping her lipstick and car keys all over the place, scuttling around in a panic on the floor to find them. She would always check herself in the mirror to make sure her hair was not messy enough to give her away and that she hadn't left any clues of her betrayal. But today, she walked out straight backed and assertively in her black ankle boots, in complete control of her life.

“Betty?” William raised his voice loudly, alerting everyone else in the pub to stare at him.

She turned around, “Yes?”

“Why did you want to see me?”

They held their gaze for several seconds. Her body was facing the door, yet her head was very much gazing back at William. “The Byron poem…I was reading the old poetry book you bought me. I told you how much I loved it, the poem. Do you remember?” she smiled. William did not. But after thirty years, he did not expect his memory to be that sharp. The question seemed to be rhetorical, as she left before William could answer. Shortly later, he looked out the window to see her unlock the car door. She wrapped her white coat around tighter which looked like a snowy polar bear giving her a hug. She did not look up at the pub again, but her expression as she sat in her car seemed to be sorrowful. She drove away. Her engine roared quietly amongst the loud chattering of people in the pub. William quietened his thinking and permitted himself only to listen to the idle conversation of the locals, and gazed at the candle light dancing on the brass tables. He knew he wouldn't see her again. There was true finality in her voice when she last spoke.

The next day, William was strolling over the bridge in his neighbourhood. The gushing water riled under it, the autumn leaves sweeping on the path in the gentle breeze. William moved forward with his hands in his coat and stopped at the tiny black gate. He swung it open with a creak and walked into the old cemetery. The huge oak tree acted as an umbrella for the slanted gravestones; its leaves scrambling around them as they fell.

Appreciating that he was alone, William stood over Elsa's grave and pulled out a rose from inside his coat. He laid it on the grass in front of the gravestone and spoke to her in his mind. The oak tree brushed the leafy branches gently over his hair and the wind whistled faintly in response.

After walking home, William stroked Judy, who was purring while she keenly circled his legs repeatedly. “Did you get lonely?” he asked soothingly while she licked his hand.

He walked over to the bookshelves which were covered with dust and a silvery cobweb. He opened a book which had been shut for many years. As soon as he saw the cover, a picture of Lord Byron, he knew. He remembered Betty reading the poem over and over, yet never wanted to discuss it. He read the poem slowly and whispered the last verse, as if Betty Sue could hear:

In secret we met-

In silence I grieve

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears