Miko
Love in its purest form is the sweetest. When it experiences the bitterness of rejection it retreats into its cave, afraid to venture out in search of adventure again. When love dies out, it loses its ambience. The burning flames that fuels one passion comes from within one’s determination to overcome tribulations, and the selflessness to love and be loved again. In the face of adversities true love will not succumb nor crumble. Yet the harsh reality of love is ironically a two face deception filled with exhilaration and emptiness at two ends.
Jon
The true test of love is its passage from the Golden Age of consuming passion to the Silver age of tarnishing familiarity. This thought presents itself, as her lips press insistently on his for the third time today. Not that he minds. They are consummate artists, at work and play.
She is the new girl now, shedding her former guise as his client. He wonders how long they can last, having seen how hungry executives look at her on the street. He withdraws from contact, disquieted. I wish he would just kiss me, she thinks. I must paint him tomorrow.
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